The Beauty Queen and The Sailor

My mother the beauty queen, looking like a movie star in her younger days. My father the handsome sailor in his uniform and he caught my mother's eyes and their eyes connected and instantly they fell in love.

They were married and both of them are looking into the eyes of one another and wondering what the future will hold for them. My mother and father are holding each other as he is leaving and sailing out to the South Pacific going off to the WWII. Not knowing if she will ever see him again.

Her eyes are filling up with tears as they are both saying their good byes. My father in the WWII, and he is working as a gate tender opening and closing the gates to let the submarines in and out.

The sailor is writing his love letters to my mother and she keeping them in a special place close to her heart. She is reading them daily and taking them in her secret garden and the newest letter she is reading and he is telling her to met him in Los Angeles and she is riding the train to meet him.

It is the first time they see each other and they are hugging and kissing and it is like he has never left and she is not thinking of the moment when he has leave her and to go back to the war. It was a weekend that they both will never forget.

My father is one of the lucky ones and to be returning home all in one piece. After he is home for a while my oldest sister is born. My father is working as logger and he is logging in Seattle, Washington and then they are moving to Humboldt County, and there my brother is born and then I was born a year later after my brother.

My father is a owner of his own lumber mill and driving his logging truck. My grandfather passes away, when I was just a baby, so I do not remember him. Each one of the boys is receiving a home and their own mill.

My family is very well know back in early days, and then there was a fire at the mill and it was burning to the ground. We were not able to have fire insurance and he was not able to rebuild his lumber mill.

He still has his home and his logging truck, but when times are tough it hits hard. They have lost their home and he looses his logging truck. Life is not very fair at times. He has his family and we are staying together.

He still keeps on doing what he knows how to do best and logging and driving a truck is what he does. There is no injuries, until the rains hit hard and the bridge collapses and the driver of the truck, is going down with the bridge and he is killed instantly. The driver of the truck was a very good friend of the family and it took a toll on all of us.

My father was never the same after this accident. He always felt that it was his fault that his best friend died. The floodgates of heaven is opened up and we never did recover from it and now we are all moving on.

The logging industry is a very hard life and it made us all closer together, living in the wilderness. We all survived and it made me who I am today. A Little House in the Wilderness and heaven reaches down and touches the earth.

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