My Life Part 2

 When I was about four years old my parents bought an acre and a half of property between Dayton and Mulberry Indiana. I can remember going out to look at the property and my father cutting a wire fence so we could get into it.

I remember going to the place where they signed the purchase agreement, the man that sold them the land was named Otis Rubright or Rupright I believe.

The property was a thick wooded area with some pasture behind it. I can recall seeing it for the first time. My father had a friend that had a bulldozer and they used that to push a lot of trees and brush to the back pasture area. I can still see the huge brush pile that resulted. 

One thing that stands out for me was using my little plastic shovel to help my father dig out the hole for the well house. He would loosen the dirt so I could scoop it up. I really felt like I was helping.

My parents had our small mobile home pulled out of the trailer park and taken to the new property. If I remember right as we followed the truck towing the trailer it was weaving all over the road and my parents commented that the driver was probably drunk. I'm guessing they knew the man. Our poor cat was still in the trailer because we couldn't find her before we left, I have no doubt the ride was a bit traumatic for the cat.

My older brother also purchased two lots right next to ours which gave us more area. My parents had the trailer set up on my brothers property so my father could build the house on ours. 

I took to the new surroundings quickly and I still to this day enjoy the woods, there is something calming about nature. This would be where I spent the next fourteen years of my life.

When we moved out there, we were about the only ones around. There was a farm down the road and a few homes scattered up and down the gravel roads, but nothing like it is now.

Some of the recollections that follow may be out of order a bit, but there are many memories of the years I spent growing up there. 

One early memory I have is shortly after we moved there, my family was sitting around the dinner table and it was dark outside. I know my two sisters, my mother and father and I were there and I am pretty sure my brother was too, although i could be wrong on that. I was sitting facing across the table from a kitchen window. I saw something look in the window at me. I remember to this day how it scared me. Of course when I shouted and pointed it was no longer there so it was dismissed as a childs imagination...it wasn't.

It could have been a deer I suppose looking in. I remember it looked like a bear to me, although I am fairly sure it wasn't. It was creepy to say the least.