Location via proxy:   [ UP ]  
[Report a bug]   [Manage cookies]                

Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

From $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Looking Back: Betty's Story
Looking Back: Betty's Story
Looking Back: Betty's Story
Ebook45 pages46 minutes

Looking Back: Betty's Story

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview

About this ebook

This book as seen through a childs eyes at age five.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateAug 12, 2011
ISBN9781456752750
Looking Back: Betty's Story
Author

Betty Wilder

This book began twenty-five years ago. While caring for an ill husband, eleven years, was put on hold. It is a wonderful fulfillment to have completed it.

Related to Looking Back

Related ebooks

Relationships For You

View More

Related articles

Reviews for Looking Back

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Looking Back - Betty Wilder

    © 2011 Betty Wilder. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    First published by AuthorHouse 07/12/2011

    ISBN: 978-1-4567-5276-7 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4567-5275-0 (e)

    Printed in the United States of America

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

    and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

    Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

    Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

    Contents

    Preface

    Acknowledgements

    Preface

    This writing is dedicated to my loving Grandparents who gave three small children their only stability, love and trust in their earliest years.

    Acknowledgements

    Thank you to my family and friends who waited so long for this to become a reality. It’s a dream come true.

    Thanks to my daughter Paula, who made sense of it and typed it, you’re a jewel.

    Thanks to my daughter Donna, for urging me to get on with it, by making a cover page with my name on it.

    Thanks to me for struggling lots, but thoroughly enjoying it so much. I’m glad I stuck with it.

    Thanks to my Granddaughter Jessica, who gave me a lovely Christmas ornament that read, Grandmothers are angels in disguise and this goes for Grandfathers too. Mine were.

    It is said everyone has a story and I would like to tell mine. The years involved were just after the great depression. Two people were talking in hushed tones, and with the sound of the car motor, I could not tell what they were saying. I did know my sister and brother were in the back seat with me. Brother was 3, sister was 4, and I was 5. It was raining very hard and storming. You know how children get sometimes in a storm…….very frightened.

    There was a man and woman in the front seat. The woman was saying, I’m glad you are doing this for me. I didn’t know who else to turn to. The man mumbled something, I couldn’t tell what.

    It seemed like we rode for hours, with no one saying anything. Somebody was crying, but I didn’t know who. I did know it wasn’t me, as I didn’t want to miss anything. You see, I always wanted to play the big sister. I always wanted to kind of look out for the two younger ones. Much later the car came to a stop, and we all got out except the man who was driving. He drove away as soon as we got our things out of the car. There was never a word of goodbye or anything from the man.

    The woman knocked on the door to the little house. No one came, but there was a light on, so she knocked again. The door opened and the lady with us said, Hello Mom. There in front of three sleepy little children was a short, big woman.

    She just kind of stood there. Finally, she opened her arms to us and began hugging and kissing us as if she had never seen us before. She totally ignored the woman with us, whom we had guessed by now must be our mother. The rest of that night is a blur as they put us all to bed in one bed. The next morning the woman was gone.

    My earliest recollection of Grandma was age 5. A younger sister, Mildred, brother Bill and I, Betty were left with our Grandmother by our mother who either didn’t want us, or

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1