tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366036154580598525.post2726010045914180021..comments2024-03-12T06:01:40.349-05:00Comments on A Building We Shall Go!: RelatingRancher Girl of The Rockin' B Ranchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12283788018590747307noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366036154580598525.post-78718640051253311992015-11-21T19:02:12.704-06:002015-11-21T19:02:12.704-06:00My dad died when I was ten and when I was twelve m...My dad died when I was ten and when I was twelve my childhood home and all reminders of my father was destroyed by a house fire. After the fire, all I had was the clothes on my back...I had no shoes or socks, I didn't even have my glasses and without them I was (and still am) legally blind. We lived out in the country in a little valley. We had two other families that lived down the road from us and that was our community and when our house burnt at the beginning of summer, my mother slept on a neighbors couch and us kids pitched a tent in the yard.....the other kids slept outside with us and although I still mourn the precious pictures and valuables that were my father, the rest of that summer was a kid's dream.....Thank Goodness for the help of those other families....they gave us shelter during the storms, they fed and clothed us (even though I wore boys' clothes:), they gave me precious memories that have lasted a lifetime.Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17812849767362413720noreply@blogger.com