I was a World War II baby and my father returned from the war when I was 2.58 years old. My father arrived home one day earlier than expected, walked from the train station and picked me up in the yard. He said he was my daddy and I told him he wasn’t because my daddy was coming home the next day. It was about a year before I began to like him or would even sit by him at the kitchen table.
I grew up in the Emery-Bridgewater area on a farm and in the early years we had no electricity or running water and we had an outhouse (many times was scared of the boogeyman). We had kerosene lamps and water was carried in from the well.
Upon graduation from high school I moved to Sioux Falls, attended Nettleton College and then worked for a wholesale drug company.
In 1967, I moved to Rapid City with my 9 week old daughter Kim. I worked for the South Dakota School of Mines for 39.67 years as Budget Manager and in charge of the payrolls. For 32 of those years, I lived in Mother Hubbard’s cupboard before purchasing my home.
Kim and her husband Rich have a daughter, Alex, who is a senior in high school and they live in Phoenix, AZ. I hike South Mountain whenever I go to Phoenix.
Back in my day there was no such thing as sports for girls. Just before I retired (first time 2006), Teresa Verburg, (we were doing spinners) told me to join the Runners Club, that they were the best (nobody cared if you ran or walked or what you did for a living).