Marathon Four Wheeler Ride

The Saturday before school started we set out on the only four wheeler adventure we've had this year.


We went into Copper Basin. It was really a beautiful ride. It was a really long...long...ride. It was about 60 miles on the 4 wheelers! REALLY! My friend Fred, wanted to ride with me on the four wheeler or.... maybe he could smell our Oreo crumbs. Either way, he was very friendly. I introduced myself and everything. I would have taken him for a ride but- I think he was telling me he wanted to drive. That would have been scary!The next time we go....I will be prepared. I don't remember where I learned it but....before we left that day, I grabbed a bandanna but somehow in all the excitement forgot I had it. On the ride back to the truck, I folded it in a triangle, tied it around my face-under my goggles. From now on, I'll not go without it....I'll just be bandit on a four wheeler without a dirty face!

My Seattle Ball Game Trauma.......

Friday night after the Yankee and Mariner game, Trent and Hal and I were waiting for the Ferry and a we ran into a distinguished looking man Trent knew that was also waiting for the ferry. Trent told us later he was a Senator. Trent told him we had just been to the game. He told us he had gone to Wednesday's game when they played 14 innings and beat the White Sox. Trent told him we had been at that one too. He must have noticed our long faces and said, "You didn't leave the game to get on the Ferry did you?" "Oh, it was ........." Trent told him he better not say anymore about it with me around.

We did go to that game. It was a great game. We left after the 12th inning to get on the ferry so we wouldn't have to wait until 12:15 a.m. for the last ferry to Bainbridge Island. We just barley made the ferry and Trent was listening to the game on the radio and his radio with headphones.  If any of you  have walked with Trent anywhere, you know he walks fast.  He's at least 6 ft 4" and takes huge steps but I hated leaving that game before it was over!  Had I of been two, I'd have thrown a fit.  All I could do was stay as close to him as I could.  My fear was that they would put Griffey in without me there.  Trent knew that.  He loves to tease me.  Not long after the ferry pulled away from the city, we were on the top deck freezing cold and Trent's eyes light up and he told me they were going to put griffey in.  I was sure he was teasing me when he said they until he shared one side of his head phones with me.  He did it.  After 14 innings, Ken Griffey Jr. ended the game with a run off hit  and I wasn't there to see it.  I missed exactly what I wanted to see...but....It's been a couple weeks now and I am especially grateful that I was in such great company. The game could have could have gone either way, there was no way of knowing. Trent, Dianne and their family found a way to get me to laugh instead of cry. I did cry when I got a text from Mike just before I went to bed. He sent it from Chicago It said: "Mom, I got up in the middle of the night to see what the who won. I can't believe it! Tell me you didn't leave the game early to get on the ferry." I froze. I couldn't even respond. I was exhausted from the drive and all the excitement that I did sleep that night but this is what I missed:
(At the end, look for the guy in the stand with the white shirt.....see the empty seat behind him.....I would have been there....smiling!)

Marvin Hillam Reunion at the Farm


Mom and Dad were in charge of the "Marvin Hillam", my Grandpa Hillam, reunion this year. They did an outstanding job. We divided up into groups that were each taught a skill by one of Dad's sisters. These skills were actually part of everyday living when they were growing up but the methods have been modernized. Examples are: Washing clothes with a washboard, making butter, the process of straining milk and seperating cream from the milk. There was even a demo on making homeade ice cream. Aunt Grace and my cousin Molly had prepared all kinds of treats to top the ice cream or add into it. Somehow, I seemed to find myself at that station
several times. I wonder if they noticed. The only thing I feel really bad about is that I was too busy to take any pictures. These pictures are some that Barry sent-Dan had his camera out and I'd love to see his too. They are both quite the photographers. The farm is sacred ground to me. It represents courage, strength, pride, honesty, love and everything good in the world to me. I feel honored to share the Hillam name.