BLIND DATE
Chapter I (1952-60)
Separate but Equal
Greeley, Big Creek Lakes, Atlanta
Last house on the street with open fields behind
My sombrero tops the snow man
Settlers against the "Injuns", innocent games that will change with time
Our 50s Dodge
BIG CREEK LAKES are almost straight north of Steamboat Springs near the Wyoming border. The campground is in Routt National Forest at an elevation of 9000 feet.
The water was wonderfully clear, clean and cold, although one shouldn't drink from those creeks today
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Atlanta
Sister Ann's stick horse named "Icabod"
Our Atlanta home was thought to be an original plantation house on land that was terraced, and may have been cultivated in rice
Twins with brother John
Why I became fascinated with parachutes
I can't recall, but it was very real. Here brother John is encased in a parachute harness that I made of rope
Hard to accept for a 12-year-old. Learn about it in the book
Separate but hardly equal
Joyce's early days were devoid of many photographs. Here are two, one from 8th grade, and another as a 9th grade cheerleader
[A final personal comment to Chapter I: I feel a need to relate an event that occurred recently. A dream I've had rather uncommonly over the years involves being chased by a large individual and being unable to escape. My legs were like jello and my toes would get caught in the banister of the stairs and I couldn't free them. I would turn around to see clenched teeth or a fearsome grimace and an arm raised, with a large hand having something in it that I couldn't see. But there were never any eyes. It would sometimes chase me outside, but usually inside an enclosed space, from which I knew I couldn't escape. In this final nightmare I looked back to see the raised arm and the severe grimace and I woke up suddenly with a gasp. Instantly, for the first time in my life of dreams, I knew who was chasing me...it was my father! ]
Finally we head back to Colorado!