Hi Jillaine, That is very interesting. My mother use to spin cotton into yarn to make clothes out of them she ran a huge industrial machine by herself. As for me I have traveled to see ever state in the United States except 14 of them. The one's I have not seen are California, Washington, Oregon, Maine and some of the others up around that area. I have also, traveled briefly through a small part of Canada. All the others are beautiful but my all time favorite's are Minnesota, Colorado, and Utah. In Minnesota I loved the gigantic Red Wood Trees. In all three of those places I love the gorgeous lakes, springs and mountain streams. The mountains are my favorites they are simply breath taking. In Colorado, I went into a coma while in Bolder, Colorado. We had been in the breath taking beautiful Grand Canyons the morning before and by night time we were in Colorado. The next morning my family awoke to find me in a coma. They eventually, figured out the cause. It had been extremely hot the morning before, in the Grand Canyons. By nightfall we were in a Campground high up in the mountains and it snowed. So, they finally figured it was a combination between high temperatures, high altitude, and then the temperatures dropping down to the single digit figures to suddenly. They had tried to give me a spinal tap and apparently, my nerves made me jump and the needle went were it wasn't suppose to go. A week later I woke up in the hospital all alone with the curtains drawn. I had overheard everyone talking about how they were not expecting me to live. All alone I woke up in very dark room and thought maybe I was in the morgue. At the time I was only 9 years old. My parent's popped in a minute later and restored my sanity. After another three days in the hospital two nurses came in and told me to sit on the side of the bed. One got on each side of me and I remember wondering why they did. I soon learned why once they told me to put my feet firmly on the ground and get up. I fell to the floor like a rock. My lower body was temporarily, paralyzed. They said, "Once you get home they will have you do physical therapy to regain the use of your legs again but you will never be able to come back up into the high altitudes in the mountains again." I felt like crying because I loved the mountains probably more than anything. I was still in critical condition so, we were given back then a "license to fly" back home to Kansas City, Missouri, where we lived at the time. "License to fly" meant we had a police escort down out of the mountains and all through all the states we had to go through to get us home to our front door. As my life depended upon it. I spent a week in rigorous physical therapy to learn how to walk all over again. Finally, when I was thirty the doctor's gave me permission to fly in an airplane up to Houston, Texas for a vacation for a week. Everything went well without a hitch. My first and only airplane ride was fantastic. After, that I traveled up through Colorado and into Utah, several times. Unfortunately, I don't have a car so my traveling days appear to be at an end. I am now in my 60's and loving to do what I started doing back when I was 9 years old doing genealogy and research.
