My husband had forgotten some of his tools when he left for work. He called me and asked me if I’d bring them to him. He sent me his location, I loaded up his tools and headed to where he was. He was just about 20 minutes from our house but I had to take lots of curvy backroads so it was taking me a little bit to get to him. When the curvy roads opened up to a wider road, I was going a bit faster. The speed limit was 45 and I didn’t know these roads so I was driving exactly 45. It was a beautiful sunny day and I looked behind me and there were about 8–10 cars behind me. We were all just trucking along on this two lane road.
Well, I am the oldest grandchild of a man I’ve been told was both very charismatic and rather mean man who had a bit of a reputation as a less than honorable scoundrel. He died back in the seventies when I was a young teenager. I remember that after he died, there was a big family uproar over where my grandfather had hidden his “money sock” before he died. This so-called money sick was actually a large, locked cigar box purported to contain a large sum of money (in the half-million dollar range) that supposedly everyone knew about but no one knew where he would have stashed it.
Some felt he’d buried it on the property (he owned around 160 acres of mostly rocky scrub land with clay hills, impenetrable forest and rocky ravines. He was able to farm about half of it for a living). During the debate, some interesting facts emerged that I never knew. The first surprise was when my aunts and uncles discussed their vague memories as children of bonfires in the woods in the middle of the night. It turns out that they were remembering rallies, cross burnings and lynchings by the K K K in the back field (out of sight of prying eyes) and that my grandfather had served as the grand dragon of the state in which he lived.
They said he was easy to recognize because he stood a head and shoulders over everyone else and he was proud of his position and did not wear the hood like most everyone else. The kids were threatened with a serious “whoopin” if they told anyone about their Daddy’s “parties.” Another secret that came out was that even though my grandmother was his legal wife, the nature of their relationship was more of a master-slave type arrangement. She was Please leave a writing thing I usually copy and paste that way have to stop you know I didn’t have the full account data.
To cut things short, I ended up on vacation at my sister’s home, 120 miles from home when things got really bad. I was sent home by emergency transport where my doc was waiting for me and after surgery, the surgeon told my doc when he opened me, there was quite a mess inside. The infection had leaked after my appendix perforated and scar tissue was already forming and had enclosed my right ovary against my abdominal wall. The ovary would have to come out, and soon. During the ‘90s, I had a debacle with my appendix. I would visit the ER every month with excruciating pain and after examination and tests, they would send me home with the diagnosis of “female problems”. My family doctor spoke to a few surgeons and told them he just knew it was my appendix, would they please take a look around? They all refused.
As I topped this hill, I noticed a Mini Cooper in the opposite lane. She was driving quite fast and all of a sudden she just veered to her right, ran off the road into the wet grass from the dew, spun for a quick second, than her tires gained traction back on the pavement and she lost control. She is heading right towards me!! I prepared myself as best as I could. I was holding on tight to my steering wheel and kind of waited to be hit. She swerved behind me! Barely and I mean maybe 2 inches from my car! As she skidded directly behind me, she hit the car directly behind me head on! The car she hit head on was one of those big heavy muscle cars. It completely stopped that car. The impact made her little car run off the road and down into a field and through a fence.