The actual event took place in the summer of 1965, Danny(me), Debbie, Donna, David and the main character of this story my brother Donald were on a family vacation to Yosemite Park in Ca.
My father John Ramsey a strapping bull of a man called “Big John” was just the same as if he were John Wayne himself to me through those youthful years of my life, mostly he was a truck driver but was also involved in many a job that would horrify todays culture of elitist liberal fathers, in essence he worked, got dirty and mad fortunes from garbage, junk cars, creative partnerships and just plain old bravado.
As children and there was a bunch of us we also rode around in a big old Cadillac, Lincoln Continental or a station wagon, my father and mother loved to travel and they would just pack all of us into the car and just drive off with no certain place in mind, we just did it for adventure every weekend.
I can spend the rest of my life writing stories and I would still probably not have enough hours to tell it all, but I must try as I feel a compelling need if not the very spirit of it yearning to be shared upon others.
And thus the stories shall begin...
God bless your Mom, Danny!
Your Mom is a talented writer. So is my Mom, and she has written several books, one of them is about how to market your Christian book. She is a Freeper too, Holy Scroller. http://www.amazon.com/Market-Christian-Specific-People-Procedures/dp/1880405121/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1305640445&sr=8-3
Your Bear story reminded me of our trip to Glacier National Park. We had an old Colony Park station wagon. The rear row of seats faced backwards. Little brother and I were sitting back there and our three other siblings were in the middle row.
We came upon a section of road that was blocked by a bunch of cars that were stopped while the occupants fed the bears. A bear spied us, and came up for our offering. The rear (tailgate) window was down, and was controlled only by the driver. This bear decided he wanted to get into the car with us, and that tailgate window was just his size. Baby brother and I screamed, scrambled forward over our siblings and didn’t stop until we were sitting on our parents laps in the front row.
“What are you screaming about? Get back in your seats!” We looked back and saw that Dad had rolled the window up, and there was muddy bear paw prints on the glass.