Saturday, July 29, 2006

My Life in Twenty Four Hours

My birth is a little fuzzy to me. As I suppose yours is to you. What I’ve been told is quite a tale, in my mind, at least.

I was born on the island of New Guinea in 1959. The story goes that there was a mid-wife involved and the local medicine man. Would that be a witch doctor? That might scare me some. Though proof of this remains to be seen.

Mom and Dad built me a nice little shack with walls of tin and old refrigerator doors. With the jungle as our backdrop, and the ocean a few forest blocks away, life looked pretty good. Can you say coconut and banana trees? Ah, the life.

My dog Tonto, named after the Lone Ranger’s sidekick because he had a circle over each eye, was born on the same day. He was my protector. But all was not well. The island was filled with ghosts of WWII and one more war was coming.

1 comment:

Becky said...

Hi Debby! Just stopping in to lend some support and tell you that you are doing a wonderful thing, I was too chicken to do it this year, but there's always next year!

 
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