"My Book" Autobiography; Written in 2005 & 2011: Chapter 1
April 27, 2021
I have long considered writing a book, so beings I will be 73 in a few more weeks and to every thing a season now is the time for me to start this long tale of my life as I remember the events as they happened or as my brain remembers them occurring, whichever it may be.
I am waiting as usual for spring to come, it seems it has been a long winter and I love the outdoors and the warm days to just sit and watch the creek. We live by Slate Creek which gently flows to the river nearby, beings we live at the mouth of the creek we have a river nearby that it spills into. A beautiful river which has fishermen lining its banks for many miles in the spring and again in the fall hoping to catch a steel head or a trout on their long lines.
As a child I have spent many hours fishing so I know that wonderful time a person can have as they spend their time hanging on to a line and balancing on a rock and moving that hook around just right so that fish will soon grab on and the thrill of landing it out of the water as to not losing it back into the water.
My life started not far from here, my folks lived on the mountain near here, during the 1930’s life was poor here for money but rich in many other ways. My parents, a young couple married in 1929. I was born in Lewiston, Idaho Feb. 4, 1932 the first child and only daughter of Babe and Grace Maynard. My mother traveled to Lewiston to stay with her family before I was born, she was in St. Joseph Hospital waiting for me to be born, all was well until I decided to get out of there and no Dr. on hand so the Catholic nurses held towels up so I could not enter the world till the Dr. arrived, of course by the time he did get there my Mothers body had stopped all contractions and I was black but alive, I was a small child, but healthy, I have since wondered if my delayed birth is why I never like to be late for anything! While we were in the hospital awaiting my birth my Father was making his way across the Grangeville prairie in a snowstorm behind a snow plow which was clearing the roadway, but wind blowing so much the snow was a foot deep for my Dad’s truck to pass through. With 4 feet of snow in the area there was a lot of snow to blow. After my birth we traveled back to Salmon River to our house on the Mountain.
I am waiting as usual for spring to come, it seems it has been a long winter and I love the outdoors and the warm days to just sit and watch the creek. We live by Slate Creek which gently flows to the river nearby, beings we live at the mouth of the creek we have a river nearby that it spills into. A beautiful river which has fishermen lining its banks for many miles in the spring and again in the fall hoping to catch a steel head or a trout on their long lines.
As a child I have spent many hours fishing so I know that wonderful time a person can have as they spend their time hanging on to a line and balancing on a rock and moving that hook around just right so that fish will soon grab on and the thrill of landing it out of the water as to not losing it back into the water.
My life started not far from here, my folks lived on the mountain near here, during the 1930’s life was poor here for money but rich in many other ways. My parents, a young couple married in 1929. I was born in Lewiston, Idaho Feb. 4, 1932 the first child and only daughter of Babe and Grace Maynard. My mother traveled to Lewiston to stay with her family before I was born, she was in St. Joseph Hospital waiting for me to be born, all was well until I decided to get out of there and no Dr. on hand so the Catholic nurses held towels up so I could not enter the world till the Dr. arrived, of course by the time he did get there my Mothers body had stopped all contractions and I was black but alive, I was a small child, but healthy, I have since wondered if my delayed birth is why I never like to be late for anything! While we were in the hospital awaiting my birth my Father was making his way across the Grangeville prairie in a snowstorm behind a snow plow which was clearing the roadway, but wind blowing so much the snow was a foot deep for my Dad’s truck to pass through. With 4 feet of snow in the area there was a lot of snow to blow. After my birth we traveled back to Salmon River to our house on the Mountain.