While in Pueblo we drove up into the mountains. Two cars went to the mountains. Uncle Jim found a place where we could camp for the night. He and Aunt Nan went back to Pueblo and Mom, Ray, Merle, Russell and I spent rather an uncomfortable night on the ground. We tried to put branches under our blankets but they slipped out of place.
The next morning we took a trail up the mountain. The trail had been made by members of the CCC camp. First we walked through quaking Aspens -- such a lovely sound. Then the evergreen trees and finally to the timber line where the trees were twisted and out of shape and then just a stubbly kind of grass to the top of the mountain. This was 66 years ago but I can still remember the mountain lake below us -- the light blue water around the lake and the deep blue water in the center. The stillness was so great -- not a sound to be heard except the chirp of a bird we couldn't see. The trip up Pikes Peak years later wasn't nearly impressive as this my first time on top of a real mountain.
Here we go with the last installment:
The winter of 1935-36 was a bad one - so much snow. During the latter part of the winter I missed several days of school -- had a bad attack of sciatica. I used crutches for awhile after I got back to school.
I don't remember when Howard "popped the question" but anyway he rented a farm and we planned to get married. Alma Lautenbaugh, Bess and Dorothea Rew gave me a shower.
We were married June 7, 1936 by Rev. Wm. Mast at the parsonage. Big church weddings weren't the thing at that time. Helen and Ray were our attendants.
The end. We can at least figure out when Grandma wrote this -- she is talking about 1934 being 66 years ago, so it was sometime during 2000. It would be interesting to know if she started before or after Grandpa's diagnosis. Nothing in the 14 pages about her lovely children and grandchildren and greatgrandchildren, but if she mentioned none of them, then she couldn't be preferential to any of them, right?
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