Saturday turned out to be quite a busy day. I quickly ran to the grocery store to stock up on food, because we all know, you can't be caught indoors during a blizzard without any food. As I was finishing up my mini shopping spree, along with the other 80% of the town, Mom calls and tells me to bring her camera when I come home. The reason? Nine cars of a BNSF train derailed just north of our property that runs along the rail line. Quite a sight to see up close. As a kid, I would have a fequent night-mare where the train would start tumbling toward me as it jumped the tracks an rolled onto our property. Well, now it happened, but not quite in the way my youthful brain imagined it.
Saturday was also the day I said gooodbye to an old friend, Isabel Klave. I knew her as Mrs. Klave. She was kind enough to let me play her pump organ whenever I wanted. She would invite me over for cookies or call mom on the phone to see if I could run up to Makowski's Store for her (sometimes three times a day) :D I also remember her cooking with her woodburning stove and scrambling in and our of her cellar - the entrance being smack-dab in the middle of her kitchen floor. Grandma Rose and Mrs. Klave we inseparable when I was a kid, I feel very blessed to have had both in my life. Mrs. Klave moved into the nursing home when she was 98. When she died on Tuesday December 9th, she was 107! Oh, what her eyes had witness in those years.
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