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From: "Thurmon E. King" <>
Subject: [SACKETT-L] Tales from my childhood
Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 20:32:29 -0700


Mother's uncanny ability

The first incidnet I remember of Mother's ability was when we lived on
Rock Creek west of Marietta, OK in 1937. It occurred after Dad had
bought the 22 cal. rifle for Mother.

One morning she went to the barn to milk the cows and returned to the
house before she had finished milking all the cows. She loaded the rifle
and started watching the barn through the kitchen window. When Donal
asked her why she was doing that; she replied: "There is someone in the
barn and they were looking at me."

Donal asked: "What did they look like?"

Mother replied: "I don't know. I didn't see them."

Donal asked: "How do you know someone is there? Did they make a noise?"

"No, I didn't hear a noise." she said. "But I know someone was looking
at me."

About that time, two men came out of the barn and headed north up the
creek, going away from the house,.

There were times after that when Mother would be some place and suddenly
she would start looking around to find who was staring at her. But, in
my mind, I wasn't sure that she REALLY knew that someone was looking at
her.

So one evening, after we had moved to Yuma, Arizona, we were all sitting
in the living room doing different things. I was reading a book while
sitting in in a position to one side and slightly behind Mother. It was
then that I decided to see if she could really know when someone was
staring at her. So I started staring at her.

After a short time she started to act uneasy and started looking around.
Before she looked my way, I looked down at my book, pretending to read.
When she quit looking around, I started staring at her again ... With the
same results. After a few more times of this, Mother began to really get
agitated. She even went and looked out the window to see if anyone was
out there. Suddenly she said: "There's someone staring at me. And if I
find out who it is, I'm going to wring their neck!"

Well, now. I had seen Mother wring a chicken's neck and I wanted no part
of that proceedure.

So I decided that I had better read my book.

Thurmon

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