April 6, 1928
Dear Diary,
My Pa carried all the food I prepared to the wagon and then
helped Ma on to ride to Boone Lake. The morning was so beautiful that I wanted
to walk and carry the wildflowers I picked along the way.
I stood on the mountain range overlooking the rapids below
and thank God for all the beauty he made for the mountain people who took the
time to enjoy it. This is one lesson I taught my students to appreciate what we
have in front of us---all the beauty of nature and the creatures and birds that
live with us on these mountains.
I wore my light blue dress that Pa loved---he said my blue
eyes shined like Ma’s and my blonde hair glowed in the sunlight. Ma said Pa
secretly wrote poems---this was one of our secrets Ma and I shared.
I wondered why I should worry about shining and glowing as
Johnny was not here and probably would never be again. So life goes on and on
like the wheel of time---it keeps turning.
Although beautiful as our mountain trails are---one has to
keep their attention on where they are going. So I will always wonder why I
rounded the Blue Rock with my head in my flowers smelling them.
Because I was not paying attention--- I walked into a moving
mountain with arms that grabbed me and held me so tightly I could not breathe.
And then of all things that are holy I fainted for the first time in my life.
When I opened my eyes I was staring into the lightest green
eyes I had ever seen, and then I heard my brother’s Mark and Matthew voices as
they ran towards us. I heard Mark’s voice which seemed at the end of a long
tunnel shout---as he loudly said, “Sam, what happened to our sister---let me
have her.”
Sam spoke softly back and said, “Mark, I will never let
anyone have her---she will be mine forever if she will have me. I knew I came
to this mountain to meet my soul mate and now I am holding her Mah darlin' o'
th' ben .” His Scottish brogue awakened
my heart and I wanted to stay in his arms forever.
This did not go over too well with my brothers---but they
backed down as it would have taken both of them to take Sam down and I was
slowly waking up.
Later Dear Diary,
Becca
Sam
