I may have found a way to continue my story blog.

My children have ask that I give the details of the tragedy of what happened surrounding my sister Sue's death. It is tramatic and therefore I do not want to offend anyone, only to tell the story.

One day when  everything in our family life was going along quite well and we were all happy, my Dad had gone to work, my Mother had gone to Salt Lake City to see Grandma Johnson, and we kids were left home to care for each other. Sue was 12 and was old enough to look after us. as we were playing one of my brothers was snooping in the closet and looked up on a shelf that they had to climb up to, just to see what was up there. He found my dad's 45 caliber pistol and the bullets to it. we all played with that gun all that day. when my parents arrived home that night I knew I should tell them what we had found. We were so happy to see them and have mama share about grandma that I forgot to tell them.
The next day the gun was again present in our playing around. We all decided to play cops and robbers, my brothers lined up the robbers, Jim, Sue and Me. the cop was holding us by pretending he was pointing the gun at us.
The gun went off as it was being waved around, it struck sue in the chest. she whirled around it seemed like several times, blood was spraying everywhere around the room and she was calling "help me, help me". Jim and I were so scared of what was happening we ran and hid in the next room behind the dresser. We knew we could not stay there so I ran back into the room where Sue was, she was sitting up asking for help, I ran over to her to hold her and got there just as she fell over. Blood was spurting from her mouth, nose, ears. and chest, it was everywhere.

By this time our neighbor had heard the shot and came running over to see what was going on. when he saw us all spattered with blood, he ran into the house and saw the scene with Sue. He immediately took us over to his house to his wife. she cleaned us up as best she could while he talked to us to find out where our parents were. (they had gone to an afternoon movie in Provo). He took Richard and myself and went looking for mama and daddy. when we found them I went in to tell them to come home, at first they didn't want to come but said they would come when the movie was over. It was then I told them Sue had been shot, they came and left so fast that they forgot Richard and myself and we rode home with Mr. Springer. (our Neighbor). when we all got home and went into the house Sue was still there lying in a great pool of blood on the floor. My poor mother was beside herself and was screaming and crying over what was happening.

I guess my dad and Mr. Springer called the Mortuary to come and they came and took Sue away. Then  mom and I were mopping up sue's blood and putting it in a big pan, we would take it outside and go up the hill where we poured it out by a large bush. It took several trips to get it all cleaned up. After it was cleaned up by then Grandma from Springville, and some of the other relatives begin to arrive. This was when aunt Frieda and Uncle Dick arrived and took me back to Salt Lake City with them. I do not know where Richard and Jim were taken nor where mamma and daddy went. I did not see them again until Sue's funeral.

At the viewing that was held at my Springville grandma's house I did not feel comfotable going to the coffin to see Sue. It scared me and I felt really upset over everything. Grandma johnson from SLC, took me by the hand and insisted I tell Sue goodby. I did not want to do it. so she picked me up and took me to the coffin, she pushed my head down and made me kiss Sue goodby, I was so frightened theat I do not remember anything after that. I probably went and hid somewhere. I just do not know. 

Within a week we had moved from "Ironton" out south of Springville to the "Straightline" it was a good place to live and we began to heal from our tragedy.