November 19 is always a difficult day for me. This date in 1959 shook me and was a definite detour in my life. Instead of going to the Thursday night movie with other Army buddies (we were at Fort Benjamin Harrison in Indianapolis) I stayed in the barracks. I polished my boots and put my footlocker in order. It was a very restless night for me. The next morning my bunkmate asked if I were ill during the night. He said I tossed and turned all night and interrupted his sleep. What I did not know until Saturday was that my father, Claude Frank Wells, had an accident that Thursday evening. No one knew where he was. Thanks to the Red Cross I flew home that Saturday to be with Mother and my siblings. The next day, Sunday, Dads pickup was found in the Arkansas River. The river was treacherous and turbulent and his truck was already half covered with sand. His body was never recovered. Precious memories linger and my heart still wonders and misses him so much.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 04:06:07 +0000
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