There are a few memories that I do have. ones that Frances never did tell. This is one of them.
One beautiful sunny day as I was out and about on the farm, I happened to notice Frances and David. They were busy doing something. I was drawn to go and see what was going on. Now I had been thoroughly trained and knew I was never to interfere upon their time together. Curiosity did get the better of me, and off I went.
David had a rifle and was showing Frances how well he could hit a target. As I stood behind them, they were looking for a target, I piped up and said, “shoot that sunflower off of the stem”. Not knowing I had walked up behind them, they turned angrily toward me. David shoved the rifle at me and said, “you do it”.
Of course, it was an impossible shot. The sunflowers grew wild and were beautiful small flowers that sat upon tiny stems that moved at the hint of a breeze.
I did not know what to do with the rifle, having never seen one before, much less held one. They were gracious enough to show me how to line up the two sights with the stem. So I lined up the sight and pulled the trigger. My God, whom I love and adore, looking down on me, to everyone’s amazement enabled me to shoot that flower and it flew off its stem. That made them even angrier. The rifle was snatched out of my hands and as they turned their backs on me, as usual, I no longer existed.
Off I went to spend my day alone, gratefully not with Charles but on my own to enjoy the rest of the day using my imagination, playing in the beautiful New Mexico sunshine. I was happy as I enjoyed the many interesting areas a child could explore the wilderness of that farm.
I thought my brother had set the sun and stars in heaven and ignored if I ever noticed how he loathed me.