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1. NANCY SUE RICHARDS

             "NANCY SUE (RICHARDS)HORNBACK-PARRY"

NANCY SUE IS(FEMALE---NOT MALE---I PUT IT IN WRONG AND IT WON'T LET ME CHANGE IT. SO MY HUSBANDS SHOW UP AS MY WIVES! I ALSO SHOW AS AN UNCLE AND NOT AUNT, ALSO WILL SHOW AS GRANDFATHER AND NOT GRANDMOTHER), SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THE MISTAKES.

#7 CHILD TO FRANK JR. AND MARY RICHARDS
NANCY SUE (RICHARDS) HORNBACK-PARRY BORN AUGUST 11, 1956. IN SAN BERNARDINO, CALIFORNIA, MARRIED ON OCTOBER 2, 1974, AT THE AGE OF 18. TO JAMES LEE HORNBACK OF HEMET, CALIFORNIA. WE MARRIED IN THE RIALTO CHURCH OF CHRIST BY MINISTER; BROTHER LUTHER HOLLAND.JIM WAS STATIONED IN THE 82ND AIRBORNE DIVISION AT FORT BRAGG, NC. HE WAS BORN JUNE 10, 1954.
   I (NANCY) GRADUATED FROM "EISENHOWER HIGH SCHOOL" IN 1974-IN RIALTO, CA. IN HIGH SCHOOL I WORKED AT "FOSTER FREEZE" IN RIALTO, WAS ALSO A TUPPERWARE DEALER WHERE I HELD TUPPERWARE PARTIES IN HOME OF STRANGER, FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN MY SENIOR YEAR. I REALLY ENJOYED IT AND WAS ABLE TO BUILD UP MY HOPE CHEST FOR MARRIAGE. IF YOIU DON'T KNOW WHAT A HOPE CHEST IS; YOU COLLECT THINGS AS YOUR YOUNG AND SAVE THEM TO TAKE INTO YOUR NEW MARRIAGE WITH YOU, AS IN DISHES, TOWELS, SHEETS, KITCHEN SUPPLY'S AND THINGS TO BE USED IN YOUR NEW HOME. I HAD A ROOM FULL OF GOODIES JUST WAITING FOR THAT ONE LUCKY MAN TO ENTER INTO MY LIFE AND START A FAMILY WITH. MY VERY BEST FRIEND IN JUNIOR HIGH, THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL AND STILL IS TODAY, IS KATHE (BODLEY)-WALKER-THROPE-McCUNE. WE VISIT EACH OTHER EVER CHANCE WE GET, SHE STILL LIVES IN THE SAME HOUSE SHE GREW UP IN, RIALTO, CALIFORNIA. I HAVE BEEN VERY BLESSED IN MY LIFE TIME TO HAVE TOO HAVE TWO VERY BEST FRIENDS, LISA PERKINS IN DALE CITY, VIRGINIA. HE SON JOSH AND MY SON FRANK ENTER THE NAVY AND WENT THROUGH BASIC TRAINNING TOGETHER. WE HAVE BEEN VERY CLOSE FRIENDS AND WILL BE FOR LIFE!
  I HAVE NO COLLEGE EDUCATION. I HAD BEEN A HEAD BAKER FOR OVER 8 YEARS IN A GROCERY STORE'S, BOTH IN FAYETTIVELLE, NORTH CAROLINA AT "BIR STAR", AND IN WOODBRIDGE, VIRGINIA AT "SHOPPER FOOD WAREHOUSE".  I WORKED ONE YEAR AT K-MART IN DALE CITY, VIRGINIA. THEN, I WORKED FOR 5 YEARS AS A SECRETARY AT A PEST CONTROL COMPANY IN SPRINGFIELD, VIRGINIA CALLED "PROTECH" PEST CONTROL, TO ME THIS WAS THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD. I HAD NEVER WORKED WITH SUCH WONDERFUL LOVING CHRISTIAN PEOPLE. IT WAS VERY HARD FOR ME TO LEAVE THAT JOB.
   I ENJOY BEING A MOTHER AND A GRANDMOTHER. THE THINGS THAT PLEASE ME THE MOST ARE THE LOVE OF MY FAMILY, COOKING, BAKING, SEWING, QUILTING, GARDENING, BOWLING, CAMPING, SWIMMING, SCRAP-BOOKING, FISHING AND GOING ON LONG WALKS.
   JIM AND I LIVED IN HUNTSVILLE ALABAMA FOR 9 MONTHS AFTER WE MARRIED TILL JULY 1975. THEN TRANSFERRED TO ANCHORAGE, ALASKA (WENDY WAS BORN HERE)TILL DECEMBER OF 1978, 4 MONTHS AFTER FRANK WAS BORN IN CALIFORNIA WHEN WE WENT HOME FOR MY FATHER'S FUNERAL, HE WOULD OF BEEN BORN IN ALASKA AS WELL. THEN WE WERE TRANSFERRED TO EL PASO, TEXAS JANUARY OF 1979 WHERE OUR TWIN SON'S JASON AND JOSEPH WERE BORN IN FEBRUARY OF 1980. THEN FROM THERE WE TRANSFERRED TO COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, FORT BENNING IN AUG OF 1981, STAYED FOR ANOTHER 3 YEARS, THEN TO FAYETTEVILLE, FORT BRAGG, NORTH CAROLINA FOR ANOTHER 4 YEARS. THEN TO WOODBRIDGE, VIRGINIA 30 MILES SOUTH OF WASHINGTON, DC, JIM WAS STATIONED AT FORT MEYER THERE. THIS IS WHERE JIM AND DIVORCED IN 1992. DAVE AND I MARRIED IN 1993 AND THIS IS WHERE WE LIVED TILL JUNE OF 2004, THEN WE MOVED TO EULESS, TEXAS, TARRANT COUNTY, DALLAS FORT WORTH AREA. MY MOTHER CAME TO LIVE WITH US THE FIRST OF SEPTEMBER OF 2004. MILITARY LIFE MOVED US AROUND A LOT AND THE WORLD WE SAW FIRST HAND. IT WAS HARD FOR THE CHILDREN AND MYSELF MAKING FRIENDS AND THEN HAVING TO GIVE THEM UP. BUT IT WAS A GOOD, ENJOYABLE LIFE FOR THE MOST PART OF IT.
    I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT MYSELF THAT MY KIDS LOVE TO HEAR OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I WAS ABOUT 25 YEARS OLD, WHILE STATIONED AT FT. BENNING, COLUMBUS, GA. I GOT REAL BRAVE AND MADE TWO JUMPS WITH THE SILVERWINGS SKYDIVING TEAM. WE HAD GONE TO A SMALL AIRFIELD IN PHONIX CITY, ALABAMA. THERE WERE CAR LOADS OF US THAT WENT. IT WAS A STATIC LINE JUMP NOT A FREE FALL. AFTER YOUR 5TH JUMP YOU WERE ABLE TO DO THE FREE FALL, WHICH I NEVER MADE IT PAST MY SECOND JUMP, THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT IT. THE SMALL PIPER CUB PLANE HELD THREE JUMPERS AND THE JUMPMASTER, IT WAS THAT SMALL. WHEN IT WAS YOUR TURN TO JUMP YOU STOOD OUT ON THE "STRUT" A SMALL PLAT FORM WHICH HOLDS ONLY YOU'RE TWO FEET. YOUR HANDS HELD ONTO A SMALL BAR UNDER THE WING. YOU ARE TO STAND STRAIGHT UP; WHEN THE JUMP MASTER SAY'S "GO" YOU ARE TO LET GO AND FALL BACK WITH A STIFF BODY, WHEN YOU HAVE FALLEN A CERTAIN DISTANCE THEN THE WRIP CORD WOULD OPEN YOUR PARACHUTE. FOR ME, THIS WORKED PERFECT THE FIRST TIME AROUND. I LANDED RIGHT IN THE BIG ROUND WHITE CIRCLE CALLED THE "T" ON THE SMALL AIRFIELD. IT WAS VERY EXCITING!
    I GUESS I GOT SCARED ON MY SECOND JUMP. I STOOD OUT ON THE STRUT, BUT FROZE WHEN THE JUMP MASTER SAID GO. HE SAID IT SEVERAL TIMES. I KNEW IF I WENT THEN THAT I WOULD BE WAY PAST MY MARK TO LAND IN THE "T". I WAS SHOCKED TO FIND MYSELF FALLING SIDEWAYS AFTER THE JUMPMASTER PUSHED ME. I HADN'T EVEN FELT THE PAIN WHEN THE STATIC LINE OPENED MY PARACHUTE. IT HAD SLICED THE INSIDE BEND OF MY ARM (THE OTHER SIDE OF MY ELBOW). IT TOOK MY BREATH AWAY AS I FELL FROM THE FEAR I HAD FELT. THANK THE LORD MY PARACHUTE OPENED. I HAD TO GET MY THOUGHTS TOGETHER AND REMEMBER WHAT I WAS TO DO FROM THERE ON OUT. I WAS TO LISTEN FOR THE MAN ON THE GROUND WITH THE BULLHORN TO POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION I WAS TO GO. I WAS SO FAR OVER THAT THE BULLHORNS I WAS HEARING WERE FOR "OPOSSUM RACES" AND "FOX CHASES" WITH THEIR FOXHOUNDS. I WAS LOST AND COULD NOT EVEN SEE WHAT LOOKED LIKE THE AIRFIELD THAT I SHOULD GO TOWARD. I JUST LET MY PARACHUTE GUIDE ME DOWN TILL I COULD FIND THE RIGHT PLACE TO LAND MY FEET.
    I KNEW I WAS TO STAY AWAY FROM WATER, TREES AND POWER LINES, AND ALL THREE OF THEM WERE EVERYWHERE IN SIGHT. SO I PULLED THE RIPE CORD TO TURN ME INTO THE DIRECTION OF A TINY FARM DOWN BELOW, WHICH GOT BIGGER THE CLOSER I GOT. THERE WAS A HOUSE, BARN, POND, TRESS, POWER LINES AND A COW PASTURE. SO GUESS WHERE I LANDED? RIGHT IN THE COW PASTURE. THE GROUND WAS HARD AND THAT IS HOW I HIT, "HARD". ONCE I GOT MYSELF UP AND LOOKED AROUND I NOTICED SEVERAL COWS AND ONE BIG BULL WITH HORNS STARING RIGHT AT ME.  SLOWLY I WRAPED THE PARACHUTE AROUND BOTH ARMS. ALL WAS OK AT THAT POINT. I STARTED WALKING SLOWLY WITH THE 40 POUNDS OF GEAR I HAD ON MY BODY TO A BARBED WIRE FENCE AT ONE SIDE OF THE PASTURE. WHEN I STARTED TO MOVE SO DID THE BULL, THE FASTER I WENT SO DID HE. I WAS RUNNING AS FAST AS MY SHORT LEGS WITH TAKE ME WITH ALL THAT EXTRA WEIGHT. NOT SURE HOW I MADE IT OVER THAT FENCE WITHOUT A HORN IN MY TAILEND. I DID CUT MY LEG AND PANTS CLIMBING (OR SHOULD I SAY SPRINTING) OVER THE BARBED WIRE.
   I HAD NO CLUE WHERE I WAS, SO I HEADED TOWARD THE FARMHOUSE. TWO SMALL CHILDREN WHERE OUTSIDE ON THE PORCH PLAYING, A BOY AND A GIRL. THEY WALKED OFF THE STEP, AS I PULLED THE HELMET OFF MY HEAD AND MY LONG BLONDE HAIR FELL TO MY WAIST. THE BOY SAY'S, "WHY, IT'S A LADY AND SHE FELL FROM THE SKY", WITH HIS LITTLE HILLBILLY ACCENT. ABOUT THAT TIME THEIR FATHER WALKED OUT THE FRONT DOOR ONTO THE PORCH WITH A SHOT GUN IN HIS HAND. I WAS MORE SCARED NOW THAN I WAS RUNNING FROM THE BULL. I NOW HAD TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE, ASKING THE FARMER TO PLEASE POINT ME TO THE MAIN ROAD THAT I WAS LOST. HE NEVER SAID A WORD, JUST POINTED TO A DIRT PATH, AS HE SPIT A LARGE AMOUNT OF BLACK CRUD OUT OF HIS MOUTH FROM THE CHEWING TABACCO HER HAD IN HIS JAW. I WALKED TILL I SAW A PICKUP TRUCK PULL UP AND ONE OF THE MEN FROM THE SILVERWINGS CLIMBED OUT, "I WAS SAVED", AND FELT FROM THERE ON OUT THAT MY FEET WILL BE PLANTED ON FIRM GROUND!

#1 HUSBAND TO NANCY:
HERE IS A LITTLE HISTORY OF HOW I MET MY FIRST HUSBAND:JAMES LEE HORNBACK. IT WAS RIGHT AFTER HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION THAT MY FRIEND DEBBIE TALKED ME IN TO GOING WITH HER TO A MILITARY OPEN RECRUITING SESSION IN RIVERSIDE. SHE WANTED TO JOUN THE AIR FORCE. I DID NOT HAVE AND INKLING OF DESIRE TO BE IN THE MILITARY, BUT I TOOK THE TEST ALONG WITH DEBBIE ANYHOW. WELL, I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO TELL THE AIR FORCE "NO THANK YOU" BECAUSE I DID NOT PASS THE INITIAL TEST. I HAD ALWAYS DONE BADLY ON WRITTEN TESTS NO MATTER WHAT THE SUBJECT WAS. ACADEMICS WERE NOT MY STRENGTH. BUT FOR GOODNESS' SAKES! TOO DUMB TO FIGHT IN A WAR FOR MY COUNTRY? I SAT OUT IN THE HALL WIPING AWAY TEARS OF SELF-PITY WHILE DEBBIE CONTINUED ON TO THE SECONDARY TESTS. I WAS SITTING THERE FEELING THE WEIGHT OF MY STUPIDITY WHEN JIM WALKED UP TO ME. HE WAS A SKINNY ARMY RECRUITER WITH SOFT BLUE EYES AND A POLITE ATTUTUDE. HE WAS HANDSOME, WITH THAT QUIRKY RESEMBLANCE OF GILLIGAN FROM GILLIGAN'S ISLAND AND ALSO HE LOOKED LIKE STEVE MCQUEEN (THE ACTOR). I HAD LONG BLONDE HAIR WITH WAVES, PARTED DOWN THE MIDDLE. I COULD JUST ABOUT SIT ON MY HAIR BACK THEN. JIM TOOK ME TO LUNCH WHILE DEBBIE FINISHED THE TEST. JIM SAT THERE IN HIS UNIFORM WHILE I SAT THERE WEARING HIP-HUGGER BELL-BOTTOM BLUE JEANS WITH A HEART PATCH SEWN OVER A HOLE IN THE ON MY BACK SIDE. OUR FIRST DATE WAS TO DISNEY LAND! THE HOME OF PRINCE CHARMING! THE LAND OF TRUE LOVE AND MAGIC!
   WE GOT MARRIED OCTOBER 2, 1974 AND MOVED TO HUNTSVILLE ALABAMA. NINE MONTHS LATER MOVED AGAIN TO ANCHORAGE, ALASKA. THIS IS WHERE OUR FIRST CHILD WAS BORN, TWO YEARS LATER. AFTER 17 YEARS OF MARRIAGE JIM AND I DIVORCED, IT WAS A LONG HARD EXPENSIVE DIVORCE. JIM DIDN'T WANT THE DIVORCE AND HE PROLONGED IT FOR AS LONG AS HE COULD.IT WAS FINAL IN DECEMBER OF 1992.

SECOND MARRIAGE

I REMARRIED TO YET ANOTHER ARMY MAN DAVID RAYMOND PARRY BORN NOVEMBER 14, 1956. WE WERE MARRIED ON VALENTINES DAY FEBRUARY 14, 1993, IN MANASSAS VIRGINIA. DAVE WAS A "CID AGENT" (CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION DEPARTMENT). HE WORKED ON HOMICIDE INVESTIGATIONS, UNDER COVER DRUG BUST, RAPES AND ABUSE CASES. HE HAS TWO CHILDREN FROM HIS FIRST MARRIAGE. HIS WIFE BEFORE ME WAS SANDRA (SANDY)LEE MAINES,SON-STEVEN MICHAEL PARRY BORN MAY 30, 1975. HIS DAUGHTER-AMY LYNN PARRY BORN FEBRUARY 7, 1977. WE ALL LIVED TOGETHER, DAVE, THE SIX CHILDREN AND MYSELF AT 15282 WATERWHEEL TERRACE, WOODBRIDGE, VIRGINIA. DAVE AND I HAVE TWO SON'S TOGETHER:


BAPTIZED (NANCY) OCTOBER 22, 1967 AT THE UPTOWN CHURCH OF CHRIST BY MINISTER, BROTHER ANDREWS.
BAPTIZED (JIM): IN 1977 IN THE CHURCH OF CHRIST IN ANCHORAGE, ALASKA,
BEFORE WENDY WAS BORN, OUR MINISTER WAS BROTHER JESSUP, BUT ANOTHER MAN BAPTIZED HIM.
BAPTIZED (DAVID PARRY)
BLOOD TYPE (NANCY'S) O-
CURRENT ADDRESS: 2303 HARRINGTON COURT, EULESS, TEXAS 76039,
PHONE: (817) 684-0187
SURGERY'S: NANCY HAD CARPAL TUNNEL SYNDROME SURGERY DONE ON HER LEFT HAND AND I NEED IT IN THE RIGHT AS WELL.

   MY SON FRANK WAS TO BE BORN IN ALASKA AT THE SAME PLACE WHERE WENDY HAD BEEN BORN.  BUT MY FATHER PASSED AND I GAVE BIRTH WHILE WE WERE HOME. HERE IS THE STORY ABOUT MY ORDEAL TO TRY AND MAKE IT HOME TO SAY GOODBYE TO MY FATHER:
   THREE WEEKS BEFORE MY DUE  DATE, MY FATHER BECAME VERY ILL WITH A HEART CONDITION. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS TO GO HOME AND SEE HIM. I BEGAN TO FEEL PANICKED, THINKING I MIGHT NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN. WE DID NOT HAVE THE MONEY TO FLY HOME, SO WE CONTACTED THE RED CROSS FOR HELP. JIM WAS HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME GETTING LEAVE FROM WORK ON SUCH SHORT NOTICE. THE RED CROSS AND THE MILITARY WERE IN CONTACT WO TRY AND GET US BACKHOME. I NEED AN "OK" FROM MY DOCTOR AS WELL. WHEN I WENT TO SEE HIM, HE SAID THAT I WAS ALREADY SLIGHTLY DILATED. HE DENIED MY REQUEST TO FLY. I WAS CRUSHED. I BEGGED THE DOCTOR. I TOLD HIM THAT WE WOULD LEAVE IMMEDIATELY AND I COULD HAVE THE BABY AT MARCH AIR FORCE BASE IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. BUT HE WAS MORE CONCERNED ABOUT ME GOING IN TO LABOR WHILE WE WERE ON THE AIRPLANE.
    I CALLED MY DAD IN THE HOSPITAL ONCE. MOM HAD WARNED ME THAT HE WAS VERY WEAK AND WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO TALK LONG. THEY PUT HIM ON THE PHONE. HE WAS ALERT ENOUGH TO RECOGNIZE MY VOICE. BUT HIS SLOW SPEECH AND SHALLOW BREATHING PROVED JUST HOW BAD HIS CONDITION WAS. I TOLD HIM THAT I WAS DOING EVERYTHING I COULD TOGET HOME TO HIM. DAD RARELY TOLD US THAT HE LOVED US: HOWEVER, THERE WAS NEVER A QUESTION OF HIS FEELINGS FOR THE ENTIRE FAMILY. HIS ACTIONS WERE ALWAYS FILLED WITH LOVE.  NEVERTHELESS, I COULD NOT HANG UP WITH HIM THAT DAY WITHOUT SAYING THOSE WORDS. "I LOVE YOU DAD." "YEAH, ME TOO." THAT WAS ALWAYS HIS REACTION TO THOSE WORDS. AND IT MADE ME SMILE.EVENTUALLY, THE RED CROSS, JIM'S WORK, MY DOCTOR, AND MY FATHER'S DOCOTR WERE ALL IN CONTACT TO SEE IF THEY COULD GRANT US PERMISSION TO FLY OUT. THEY TOLD US THEY WOULD WORK ON IT AND LET US KNOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I HAD CONSTANT FEELING OF DREAD. THREE FRUSTRATING DAYS HAD PASSED WITH NO WORD FROM ANY OF THEM. I ANSWERED THE PHONE ONE-DAY AND IT WAS MY BROTHER, GLEEN. HE ASKED TO SPEAK TO JIM. I DIDN'T LIKE THE DISTANT SOUND IN HIS VOICE.
    "GLENN, IS EVERYTHING OKAY?" I ASKED. "YEAH. I JUST NEED TO ASK JIM SOMETHING ABOUT THE TRIP." I RELUCTANTLY HANDED THE PHONE OVER. JIM DID NOT SAY MUCH TO GLENN, HE JUST LISTENED. AFTER HE HUNG UP THE PHONE, HE WALKED OVER AND PUT HIS ARMS AROUND ME. HE HELD ME AND TOLD ME THAT MY DAD WAS GONE. HE HAD DIED OF A HEART ATTACK. NOT EVEN TEN MINUTES LATER, THE RED CROSS-CALLED AND SAID THAT WE HAD BEEN GRANTED PERMISSION TO FLY HOME. ONCE BACK HOME IN RIALTO, AFTER THE FUNERAL I WENT INTO LABOR. FOR MONTHS, 24 HOURS LATER FRANK LOYD HORNBACK WAS BORN. FRANK AFTER MY DAD AND LOYD AFTER JIM'S DAD. I GAVE BIRTH SIX DAYS AFTER MY DAD'S DEATH.


1. JAMES LEE HORNBACK

I WENT TO BASIC TRAINING IN ? . I REMEMBER HOW MEAN THE DRILL INSTRUCTORS WERE. ONE BIG BLACK DRILL INSTRUCTOR WITH LONG FINGER-NAILS. ONE DAY ON A LONG MARCH, I HAD REACHED UP AND SCRATCHED MY NOSE. HE GOT UP IN MY FACE WHILE WE WERE STILL MARCHING, AS SAID, "SOILDER, DO YOU HAVE AN ITCH?", "LET ME HELP YOU". ALL THE WAY BACK HE WALKED BACKWARD SCRATCHING MY NOSE WITH THOSE LONG NAILS OF HIS, TILL MY NOSE WAS RAW AND BLEEDING. MY HANDS STAYED WHERE THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN FROM THERE ON OUT.
  This is a story I would like to share with you;
One December morning in 1979, we were living in military housing on  Ft. Bliss,(El Paso), Texas. Nancy was pregnant with the twins. I was working on the truck because it had been having some engine problems.  It was sunny outside but still a little chilly.  When I finished we decided to bundle up the two kids and take the truck for a ride to see how it was running. Nancy had a doctor appointment later that morning, so we wouldn't be gone long.
  The roads were dry and peaceful.  It had been a quiet ride until we came up behind a group of rumbling motorcycles on the long stretch of road.  The man right in front of us was on big Harley.  The front wheel extended way out and he was laid back with his feet up high on the foot rest.  He looked comfortable as if he was enjoying his peaceful ride as much as we were.  I couldn't help but to notice his relaxed posture and clothing.  He was wearing beat up black boots with spurs on the backs.  His blue jeans were very faded and covered in holes.  A thick chain was around his waist like a belt and he wore a blue jean jacket with the sleeves cut off to look like a vest.  The vest was open so it flapped in the breeze along with his long ponytail.  His head had a bandanna wrapped around the top.
  Traffic was very light and we were driving about 40 miles per hour down the two lane road.  I had pointed out that it looked like the biker was having some troubles with his bike.  Nancy noticed it too.  The man was fidgeting with something on the dash and had begun to swerve as he tried to fix it.  I slowed down and then decided to go ahead and pass the man.  Just as we moved into the next lane, we noticed that the biker was really starting to swerve.  I pulled closer to the shoulder, unsure whether I should still try to pass.  The motorcycle began to sway back and forth until it was out of control.  His bike hit the front corner of our truck and bounced off the passenger's side door.  Nancy screamed.  The biker flew up onto the front end and his face and arm smacked against the windshield before he rolled off onto the road.  I slammed on the brakes.
  Nancy clutched at her chest, panting.  I stared straight ahead with my eyes bulging, I was shocked.  Wendy and Frank began to wail.
  "Mommy, the man's face in the window," Wendy cried.
  "It's okay, sweetie.  Everything's okay," I tried to reassure the children. I turned around and could see the man lying in the road.
"Oh my god…" I said. "Stay here," I told Nancy. (Nancy tells the rest of the story). Jim walked over to the man just as a truck pulled up and stopped. The truck had a motorcycle in the back and the passengers were dressed just like the man we had hit.  They jumped out of the truck, leaving the doors open, and ran over to Jim.  The driver was a huge man, probably twice as big as Jim.  He looked extremely angry. I couldn't make out the words that they said, but I could hear the man's loud voice booming. The other passenger was a woman and she knelt down beside the biker. I let out a big sigh when the man on the pavement moved his arm and touched his head. The woman began to cry and kiss him on the face.  She took his hand and held it in her lap. I wondered if she was the biker's girlfriend, wife, or maybe sister. Within a minute, one biker after another began pulling up to the scene; each of them threw their bikes to the ground as they jumped off and ran to the man. I counted twenty-one bikes. They all surrounded Jim.  He looked like a scrawny young man in comparison. I could see him making hand motions, trying to explain what had happened. I didn't want to cry because I knew I needed to try and calm the children, but my husband was surrounded by all of the biker's friends and I just knew he would be torn to pieces. The crowd eventually surrounded Jim until I couldn't even see him. Panic set in. I began sobbing and shaking. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to drive away and get help but I didn't want to leave Jim.  I think I was too scared to move anyhow.  All I could do was sit there clutching the children to me and praying for Jim.  Fifteen or twenty minutes went by.  It seemed like so much longer.  An ambulance pulled up and I felt a rush of relief.  The big man from the truck came up to our little pick-up and I reluctantly rolled down the window.
  "Hey Mamma, you all right?"  He asked.  I began sobbing again. "I'm so sorry… about your friend…" "It's alright, just an accident.  I think he's gonna be alright.  His head got banged up which ain't good cause he's got a metal plate in there from Vietnam."
"What's taking so long to get him in the ambulance?" I asked. "He doesn't want to get in.  He just wants us to take him in our truck."
"We'll follow you to the hospital-"  I began, but he shook his head.
"That's alright, don't you worry." "I feel so bad," I said. "It wasn't your fault.  He's been having trouble with that bike."The man was so warm and friendly. I felt awful for having pre-judged him.The police eventually came and the ambulance left. Jim talked to the policeman for a while. I was worried about Tammy at home. She thought we'd only be gone for about fifteen minutes and we'd been gone nearly an hour. I was so happy when Jim finally came back and got in the truck. He closed the door and sighed deeply. "I thought I was dead meat," he said. "Me too!"  I laughed, breaking the tension that had filled me. "They were so nice. The cop gave me a ticket for making an illegal lane change though. The biker even told the cop that if I hadn't changed lanes he might have been run over and killed. "Jim grabbed the wheel with both hands and hung his head. "It's okay, honey," I said, "let's go home now."
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HAUNTING LISTED IN HEMET, CALIFORNIA:

Hemet - Hemet High School Theatre - The resident ghost of the theatre, Christine, has left messages on the walls and on the roof. She has also been seen onstage and in the backstage areas. Usually she is personified as a white blurry figure that people see wandering the stage.