Searching for a wayward driver
Another great-great-grandson has appeared. Young Kyle is welcomed by his two-year-old brother Clayton. Proud parents are Kassandra and Jeffery Ryder. A great-grandmother is my daughter Wanda Burk. They all live in Colorado Springs and everyone is doing fine.
The grandfather is my first grandson Kenny Burk. One time when he was 8 or 10 he paid me a surprise visit by riding his horse from McPherson to Marion one Sunday morning.
I was on my way to church so we tied the horse to a tree in my back yard and away we went. I also was teaching a young people's Sunday school class. In the middle of the class someone came dashing in with the news "that horse got away." My whole class and I went on the search and found the wayward creature out in Marion Cemetery.
I always have wanted to visit that zoo west of Salina and my son Bud has promised to take me. But after that trouble with the white tigers in Las Vegas should I go near wild animals?
At circuses I always had a delicious feeling of fear of the wild animals who performed and tried to imagine how to escape if they took a notion to return to the wild. I always worried too that the acrobats would fall from the high wires on which they were performing. I still like to go.
My granddaughter Gayle Thomas had surgery this past Friday. She is doing OK. Hang in there Gayle. I encourage everyone to give you lots of T.L.C. (tender loving care).
— NORMA HANNAFORD
