YOU ASKED FOR IT...SO HERE GOES!!!

Well you asked to hear the story of how your Dad and I met. We were at a football game in Springville. Wouldn't you know it he was on crutches because he had just had knee surgery so my friend Debbie Lawrence, who had dated Larry a couple of times, introduced us. You know me when I am all excited about something I like to SHARE!!! So after being intoduced we started small talk and I said guess what...I am getting skiis for Christmas and he said "So What Big Deal"
I gave him one of my dirty looks and walked away and thought "What a Jerk" So I didn't see much of him or did I care to see him. I think he danced with me at the Saturday Night Dances. I happened to tell him I had bought a beautiful formal for Home Coming but nobody had asked me to go. He then said I will take you to you Junior Prom in the Spring. I thought "Yeah Right". Well along about April of 1968 he shows up at my house and asked me to go for a ride with him in his cool panel truck, so I did. He asked me if I still wanted to go to Prom with him and I said "sure why not"? So we went to Prom and I went with him to his Senior Dinner, he lived in Provo and it was his Graduation year. I think the dinner was at BYU somewhere. It was nice and we had a good time!

Then school was out and somewhere along the way he asked me to go steady with him so he gave me his class ring. It wasn't too long after that, he and my Grandma & Grandpa Bird took me to the airport so I could go to Venezuela for the summer and be with my family. I lived in Mapleton with Grandma & Grandpa Stone for my junior and senior year. So there I was all alone traveling to Venezuela...it was a little scary!!! I spent the first night in San Francisco and I met up with a girl who was traveling to Venezuela with me. Well after a horrid long flight from San Francisco to Caracus her parents were there to met her and take her the rest of the way. So here I was in Caracus all alone for another night. The courier picked me up and took me to my hotel. I remember it being so humid and it was stifling! Well the clerk at the hotel showed me to me room and asked me if I had ever had mango or papia and I said no. He just had to get some for me and I was getting scared and I thought he would never leave because I wanted to curl my hair so it wouldn't be so frizzy. I didn't sleep at all that night, it was awful. In the morning the courier picked me up and took me to the airport to take this 2 bit propellor airplane to Puerto Ordez where my family would pick me up and take me by car to Guri, where they lived.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .