One year, when I was in grade school, we went to visit her, most of the visit was pretty uneventful, typical boring old people stuff, except she always kept her curtains drawn shut and would always peek out the window and when someone asked what she was doing, she would simply reply ” Yenaldlooshi is watching me” Either way, she’d never been anywhere east of Montana and she grew up in Nevada.
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Her mother was full-blooded Navajo and her father was Irish. My grandmother on my mothers side has always been very Superstitious, for lack of better word, she’s not religious, but she does believe in a lot of paranormal stuff. But I just realized as I was writing this, that he was standing in the doorway to see my reaction because he knew what daddy was up to, so he wasn’t the innocent bystander I always thought he was….Via CREEPY CATALOG 1. I always thought of Bobby as a casualty of that incident because he was standing in the doorway and I flattened him. I was so mad but I quickly got over it and began to see the humor. Everyone but me thought it was hilarious when daddy walked in the front door laughing. I screamed and ran into the living room, knocking Bobby down along the way, and jumped into mamas lap. It was very dark that night and you couldn’t actually see anything out the window but I did see a hand slowly crawling up the window.
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Everyone was in the living room watching tv, except me and I was standing at the sink in front of the window trying to hurry and get them washed so that I could go and watch tv also. I remember one night, when it was my night to wash dishes and Rhonda would rinse. A few times, he would sneak out the back door after we had gone out the front door and he would come around the house and scare us to death. Daddy loved to remind us to watch out for the ‘boogie bears’ as he sent us out the door to our doom. Some of you may remember that, standing in the dark, turning the pole and listening for someone inside to yell, “That’s it” when you got good reception. Living out in the country, if we changed the channel on the tv, we usually had to go out and turn the antennae. His biggest joy came in scaring one of us. It usually came at my expense but looking back I can see daddy almost rolling on the floor. It was bad enough we had to suffer thru wrestling every now and then.Īnd though I had almost forgotten, I do remember the laughter. I was very thankful that daddy didn’t watch football back then. We only had one television so we all had to watch the same thing. I remember Sunday nights, when all eight of us would gather in the living room to watch Bonanza and Wild Kingdom. I remember one Saturday night where daddy and I stayed up late and watched Marilyn Monroe in “The River of No Return” and it has always been my favorite movie. I remember each Christmas Eve night, and how he loved for all of us kids to sing Christmas songs around the tree. I remember coming home from school and telling daddy about my day and I remember his thirst for learning as I explained something new I had learned that day.
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And I remember the time and patience he had, teaching us how to drive. I remember a cold snowy day, when he took me and Bobby rabbit hunting. He’d come home from work and we’d work in the garden, or mow the yard and he spent a lot of time teaching us how to do things that we needed to know to grow up to be responsible adults. It seemed like he was always working, at his job and then at home. Growing up, we didn’t get to spend a lot of me- time with our daddy.