Clyde

I am correcting dates, adding information, and trying to decide what is too much or too little. As you can see, we..Marge and I, put together the book The Clyde King Story. Marge didn't think we said enough about him that was positive. She was supposed to write more except she passed away and left me hanging. I think my sister Gerry is writing the best about him, and the worst (at least the rest of the family thinks so). LaRae did the sculpture here. Linda also did a full head which is wonderful (I don't have the picture) and this painting of him with a mule. I like this one very much. He has been immortalized for posterity. I am just trying to correct wrong dates, wrong names and maybe add a bit more if the book is redone. I am not doing that. The children will have to decide if it is worth it to redo. Mother's book is also about done. Shall we correct hers? That would be work that I haven't done, but some things could be corrected. Dad's is on computer missing the photos. I can't find the photos. I hope they are somewhere.
Half of my family is now on the other side: Dad, Mother, Marge and LaRae. Three of us still live. I do hope they have figured out how to get along, so when I depart, we can laugh instead of yell. DAD! He may have learned to wander off into the lower country on his mule when he feels like yelling. I miss them all today.
My sister Linda is in San Francisco reading her poem about the insanity of war.
Our family war was quite insane! Do we move toward understanding in another world?

Holly

There are some perks once in awhile when visiting the doctor. This is Holly, the girl at the sign-in desk modeling her extravagant hat for hat-day or some event at the hospital. She said she had three more hats at home. I talked her into posing and snapped a picture. Do love beautiful girls in hats.
There are flowers of fall everywhere. These daisys grew from someplace. The corn is high with many possible ears, but they will never ripen as it is getting too cold. I picked more zucinni, beans, peas, cucumbers, lettuce, onions and carrots today. I need more people to help eat, but I gather and store. Tom gets himself on his ATV and drives around the garden. The irrigation water will be turned off on Friday, so I have watered everything today, and it's on the lawn for a final soaking.
I feel part farmer. Tom says he would grow alfalfa if he could. Alfalfa? Where did that come from? I wouldn't grow alfalfa and I think I'll not grow a garden...either. Flowers, yes.

Leg rests

Tom's leg rests for awhile while he heals up. After working with it, walking on his parellel bars, his leg went into spasms and we had to go for help at Emergency, so he is trying to heal a little better before he tries again. We've had to realize just what handicapped means...when your leg is gone, it is gone and you just have to deal with it. He can't reach into cupboards until he can stand. Getting to the bathroom takes manuvering. Going outside can send you down hill in a wheelchair...I appreciate that story of Joe Burns getting on top of the Avenues in SLC and letting go, riding down across streets until he slowed and stopped. Than
having to pull himself back up the hill. Tom discovered using tools sitting down is either not easy or impossible. He can cook Ramon noodles and jokes abut it.
All those little things, you don't think about. But one thing he does just the same, SMOKE. The greatest danger of all.
I have been reworking the Clyde King Story in case someone wants to print it again. Fixing wrong dates. Correcting names. Marge said we didn't say enough about what he did (wrote only drinking stories). I read over the material and wondered what else we could add. (More drinking stories?) He did manage to become a hard-working rancher and paid off three ranches. I think he tried hard to stop drinking as he got older and was around his kids more, but didn't we say that?
He got around from Phoenix to Utah quite a bit. But, I will take another look, then gather myself to look at my own biography. I feel like moving on out of the difficult areas of home. Boulder History calls.