Oh The Memories in Sparks, NV

There were sad happenings in Sparks, NV this week with the shooting at Sparks Middle School. Our hearts are with dear friends who still live there. We haven't lived there for many years but the years we did live there were very special. A mixture of memories fun, good, bad and yes ugly.

Floods happen in Nevada. This one is in 1862

In February 1986 there was a huge flood.  Heavy rainfall contributed to significant flooding over western Nevada and the eastern Sierra. Two persons died as a result of the flood. The Truckee River basin was the main basin affected. Water storage upstream at Stampede Reservoir, combined with channelization in downtown Reno (completed during the previous 15 years), prevented even greater damage.

Pineapple Express for February 1986

This memory has a mixture of three of the memories the good, bad and fun.  It is a time when our streets in Sparks flooded and we didn't have electricity and some of our friends had water getting into their homes. A time of young men and young women rushing to help by moving the furniture downstairs to the upstairs. Friends boating over to check and see if families were alright and to see what they might need.  That was fun to see those boats. It was a time at our house of teenage friends coming over to play games by the light of the kerosene stove. I can't remember what treats I served because we didn't have electricity. But I know we had fun. I remember wishing I had a wood stove like the Laramie's so that I could heat the house and cook on it. I always wanted to be a real pioneer. :)

Times and memories like these are what makes life so special if you have 'A Family Disaster Plan'.

I guess our plan was that kerosene stove.

Love,
Grammy T.

Thank You Police Officers.

My Silly Witches

Halloween has always been such a fun time of year for me. I love cute Halloween things not ugly ones. And fun times not truly scary times. We love Gardner Village and their Witchfest and Witchy Palooza cuteness with all of the lights, decorations and of course the darling witches. If you are ever in Northern Utah give it and you will have so much fun. 

Now Mr. Blog on to an adventure that I forgot to tell you about; 

When I was a young girl I was staying with my Grandparents in Vacaville, CA. My Papa King was Chief of Police at the time and was very busy. One night he had to go on a stakeout to catch a guy that had been trying to get into a ladies house that lived alone. I think her husband was away because he was in the Air Force stationed at Travis Air Force Base. The guy had also been being a Peeping Tom. Scary stuff right there. That night when Papa was out setting a trap I was woken up by a scratching sound at the back door and the sound of door knob being jiggled in a bedroom of of the patio in the backyard. Nana King came down the hall in a bit to check on me and said she had heard the same thing. Whoever it was knew that Papa was gone and he was going to take advantage of the situation. nana called the police station and they sent an officer right over. Whew! We were safe gain. 

**Thank you police officers for all you do.**