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Deborah could tell jokes better than any comedian on TV. One after another, she would keep us entertained for hours.
I tried to tell jokes and they fell flat. Some people have it and some people don't. We each have to find our own talents.
Deborah reminded me of Ayla in Clan of the Cave Bear. Deborah needed a unicorn to ride, a jeweled sword in her hand, and a prince waiting for her in some shady glade. Maybe she had them. I don't doubt it.
What a handsome little face. Deborah and Len's boy was good natured and smart. See more about Len here.
We were at the Deep Hole over by Alexander's Store. This was sometime around 1980.
Preacher Evans owned the place and used to let everyone swim and party there -- he even kept the grass mowed and the weeds cut. Finally new owners shut it down.
Deb and I had a whole bunch of adventures. One time we went riding through the dirt roads way off the beaten path. We didn't have Adrian or Amy that day. Just the two of us.
I have no idea where we were at, but it was wilderness. We went around a curve and came upon two trucks and a group of men. The road came to a dead-end.
I don't know if they had a moonshine still or were burying a body, but the vibes made our hair stand up on end.
Before I could get my car turned around, one of the men backed up a truck, blocking us in. Another man swaggered up to Deborah's window and told us to get out.
Drooling at the mouth like a wolf with a rabbit, he reached for the door handle. Without blinking an eye, Deb opened her purse and pulled out a shiny .45 Magnum.
I was as surprised as that man when she clicked off the safety and aimed it at his head.
Deborah said in her calm, sweet voice, "We are not getting out and that truck needs to move right now."
The man backed up and they let us leave. No shots were fired.
No doubt she saved us that day. Funny how when you escape a terrible situation, it becomes funny. We laughed so hard on the way home that our sides were sore the next day.
Adrian was the "big man" of the house. The bond between mother and son was special -- Deborah loved both Adrian and Amy with all her heart.
Adrian was probably catching up on homework while his mom and dad played horseshoes at the End of the Pavement.
Anthony was Deborah's brother and we didn't see him or Sue very often.
Amy and Adrian visited me here on the farm. It was always good to see old friends.
See more pictures of Deborah's daughter, Amy.
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