The case of the missing hiking boots. . .
About 1965 we were camping up by Idaho City at Rabbit Creek. We stayed there several days. When we got home, Mom couldn't find her hiking boots. We looked everywhere for them, never to be found. . . About 5 years later, we were camping up at Rabbit Creek again. Mom found her hiking boots in the sand near the creek. She cleaned them up and used them again.
Mom, our defender. . .
When I was about 5 and Pat was in first or second grade, he was coming home and telling Mom about an older kid following him and trying to pick a fight! I remember one day driving with Mom in the old De Soto looking for Pat after school to pick him up. I remember Mom seeing him down the ditch bank fighting with another kid. Mom stopped the car, ran down the ditch bank and picked the kid up and shook him and told him to leave Pat alone.
Mom the nurse...
Mom took out the stitches in my foot while propped up on the dashboard of the Pontiac while driving to Baumgartners Campground.
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