I thought I would share this story about my mother and me of when I was a baby. It is a riveting story I had not heard from this angle before. I knew my mother had wrecked her jeep, rolled it while drunk, and her dog was killed. I never knew how I was linked! Anyhow, I have changed the story some so it reads better for those who are not familiar with the family.
Colleen is my Grandmother, Sandy is my mother, Linda is my Aunt (the author), Doug is my Uncle. I don’t know exactly when this accident took place, I assume somewhere in 1980. The wreck was near Max Beet Dump, on Highway 24, near Minidoka, Idaho.
“The initial call from the police came to Grandma’s. Doug answered. Colleen was not there. I was asked about you, the police said there was no baby. I had seen you with [Sandy] prior to her drinking. Sandy was not above leaving you in the car when she would drink. So the police began the search. By the time Doug and I arrived at the wreck, they had found the dog, I think he was under the jeep. It was dark, I remember the field, the tumbleweeds. The shadows cast. The jeep upside down. Sandy was at the ER. The baby carrier that she used had been found, but no Paul. I remember hearing someone say, if you were out there, you were dead. The smell of the blackberry brandy all over the carrier, the inside of the jeep.”
“I remember Doug yelling, “I’m going to kill her.” Typical of the family, he rambled about every single thing she had done wrong in the past. Making himself madder and madder. I was freezing, terrified, my stomach hurt so bad.”
“One of the deputies radioed and we were told that Colleen was at home and that you were with her. Doug was so angry by the time we got to you. He fought with his mom about Sandy. All I could do was hold you and cry. Grandma was concerned about Sandy and Doug did not want her to go to the hospital. Colleen had been spared the emotion that Doug and I had just gone thru. I think Colleen had run into Sandy and had taken you so she would not leave you in the car while she drank. Probably because it was cold. I am curious about Doug’s memory of this. Your mom would probably not remember, she was drunk. I don’t remember anyone but the police and Doug and I looking for you. I believe we looked for a little over an hour before the call. Thing is, you were never missing. No one else really lived the terror, so this would not be a story connected with the rollover. There would/should be something in the police report, we did search for you.”
Now I am interested in getting my hands on the police report. I wouldn’t know where to find it, even if they have kept it for this many years. Who knew my life was so interesting at some point? Does anyone else have a story about me I don’t know about? I am certainly interested in hearing others’ stories, or even linked to this episode.