Summer of 1957
Leaving the hay field, the old tractor noisly lumbered towards the paved road. Riding on top of the hay bales made me feel big and important as I could see so very far in all directions.
Bonnie, a young mother of 7 children came running out of the house screaming and waving her arms. All the little blond headed children came right behind her mimicing their mother.
My dog Shep, jumped from the wagon. The noise from the tractor was deafing and it made it so I could not hear what they were saying.
"Why are they jumping up and down? And why are some of them throwing their hands over their mouths and faces? " I thought.
A large hand. A man size hand. Not rough, but a strong hand covered the back of my head and was pushing my head down. I resisted by trying to sit upright and to see who was behind me.
The hand was stronger and pushed me flat into my legs. My legs and back was hurting and again I tried to sit back up. I was getting mad at this man.
He removed his hand and I quickly sat up and turned to see who had shoved my head down between my legs.
No one was there and I quickly turned back around to try to catch him.
To my horror! The power lines were directly in front of my face!
The Hand! And I immediately knew that he had saved me from being electrocuted.
"Grandpa". Grandpa saved me. My dear mother would have been so sad if I had died. My Grandpa saved me, and I was amazed at my own conversation I was having having with myself.
My Grandpa? My Grandpa that I have never seen in this earth life? How could I deny it? My Grandpa died when my mother was 5 years old.
I love my Grandpa. He loved his young family when he left this earth and he loves me too.