Happy Birthday to me, this coming Sunday! We will be with our youngest daughter and her two daughters for that day, so I am sure it will be a fun filled day! The year I was born my parents lived about 3 or 4 miles from here right towards the Columbia River. They had no electricity, no running water, except a pitcher pump on the well, no indoor bathroom, and they were living very primatively. In anticipation of my birth, Mom and Dad move just up out of Omak for the winter, and Dad drove a school bus for that winter. I was born, and then shortly after they moved back here. I was less than 2 years old when we moved again, across the Cascade mountains from here in the Methow Valley. We live there until I was 14 years old when we moved back to the Reservation only about 25 miles west of here. I have just a few memories of living over there when I was less than 2 years old. One was playing with a Teddy Bear on a wood tree round, or chopping block. I have a memory visiting and eating dinner with some neighbors who were also good friends. I have a memory of our moving to the Methow Valley, and that is about all, just a few isolated memories. I often get possessive as things are important to me, and that was not true when I was growing up. I got that way in my adult years. I get too attached to things, and then I think I am not going to take anything with me when I die, and I am already 2 years older than my Dad was when he died. He talked about how short life is not long before he died, and yes, life is short. As the saying on the plaque goes, "Only one life will soon be past, only what's done for Christ will last!"