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(September, October, and November)
Columbia Garden Photos
LINCOLN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, BUTTE, MONTANA
Halloween Photos
Winter Fun
Ice-Skating at the Baseball Park in front of the Anselmo Mine
Christmas Photos
Dressing Up
Fishing Photos
July and Summer Fun
Mamie, Elsie, Eleanor, Audrey
Conclusion
P. 1
Growing Up in the Rockies

Growing Up in the Rockies

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My heart drifts back to the Rocky Mountains as I sit and look out the window. I see the snow that once brought such joy to my heart. I remember the days when I would have been known as a snow bunny. I think of my poor mother and how difficult it was for her to keep me indoors, for I was a mountain girl. I climbed the mountains. I chased the animals. I found all of God’s creatures beautiful. I was my father’s child. He roamed the wilderness and I learned from him. I loved to live life and I was very, very happy. It makes me very sad when I think of children who have not experienced such happiness, for I was one of the lucky ones. That is why I wish to share my life with you. I hope that in this day and age of single parents that maybe someone who reads this can get hope from the true meaning of family. I had a family that surrounded me with love and I never understood the meaning of poverty even though we were very poor. I always felt like our life was normal and that was how the whole world was. It would not be till my adult years that I would find this not to be true, and to experience the pain of a life that I had never known. It is hard for me to know where to begin as I remember back on the life that I loved and miss so much. However I wish to share the memories that made me who I am today.
My heart drifts back to the Rocky Mountains as I sit and look out the window. I see the snow that once brought such joy to my heart. I remember the days when I would have been known as a snow bunny. I think of my poor mother and how difficult it was for her to keep me indoors, for I was a mountain girl. I climbed the mountains. I chased the animals. I found all of God’s creatures beautiful. I was my father’s child. He roamed the wilderness and I learned from him. I loved to live life and I was very, very happy. It makes me very sad when I think of children who have not experienced such happiness, for I was one of the lucky ones. That is why I wish to share my life with you. I hope that in this day and age of single parents that maybe someone who reads this can get hope from the true meaning of family. I had a family that surrounded me with love and I never understood the meaning of poverty even though we were very poor. I always felt like our life was normal and that was how the whole world was. It would not be till my adult years that I would find this not to be true, and to experience the pain of a life that I had never known. It is hard for me to know where to begin as I remember back on the life that I loved and miss so much. However I wish to share the memories that made me who I am today.

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