So, I’m off to visit the names that I found in the phone book.  As I was walking, I looked up and there was Pikes Peak right in front of me.       

                                                                                                                                                      So, naturally I have included a picture of me with Pikes Peak in the back ground.  I spent the day talking to anyone that would listen to me and finally the last Luke on the list was a Harry Luke.  When he answered the door, I knew right away that we were related.  He is my Uncle.  He invited me in and introduced me to my Aunt Debbie.  We talked all day about how I ended up on top of that mountain (which Uncle Harry keeps telling me that it was a roof) and how I disappeared about the same time that the wagon shrunk.  (Well Uncle Harry told me that the wagon was stolen by someone who replaced it with a smaller version)   I also asked him about the ravine that I woke up in and he told me that it was a rain gutter.  And of course the tunnel waterfall was a downspout.  We talked about our relatives and where they lived but most of all he told me that it was Uncle Johnny who threw me on the roof.  Just wait until I see him, I have a mind to pound sand up his …  The sad thing about the visit was when he told me about the 250 pound bear that wildlife department killed a few days ago.   (I am positive that it was the same bear that helped me get to the library)  Uncle Harry’s hospitality was more than I could have ever expected.  After many days of visiting, we both decided it would be best if I went to Florida and talked to my other Uncle.  (I had a bone to pick with him anyway)  So, Uncle Harry bought me a plane ticket to Tampa, Florida, gave me some spending money and some sand, like Florida doesn't have any sand!  I will be leaving the state of Colorado tomorrow to see my Uncle Johnny.  Uncle Harry also gave me a lift to the airport.  We said our goodbyes and he drove off into the sunset in his newly painted Mustang.  (Closest thing to a painted horse)  I was so excited about everything that I forgot to take a picture of the both of us.  Here are some pictures of me at the airport.

After landing I had a picture taken of me looking out the plane window, which I have included.                                              

                                                                                                                              

I departed the plane and sat down to figure out how to get to Lake Placid, Florida.  After looking at my options, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to try to travel 120 miles in this hot weather all at one time, so I looked at the list of relatives and found out that Great Uncle Darl and Great Aunt Mary lived in Lakeland which is only about 40 miles away.  Now, how do I get  there?  I do not think that I should try to hitch hike this time, with my luck, I would pass out again and wake up with a big purple dinosaur named Barney standing over me.  So, I think I will take a bus from the airport to Lakeland.  Wish me luck.

Barbie came to me today and told me that Dora had left for Illinois.  I’m going to miss Dora, hopefully our paths will cross again someday.  We both waited until all the other dolls were asleep and we left Dora’s house through a secret door that Dora’s dog (Bonjour) uses.  Barbie walked me to the curb and with a big hug she gave me directions on how to get to the library.  The library was not that far away, so I decided to hitch hike there.  As I put my thumb out for the tenth time down the road, I started to feel faint.  The road was blistering hot that night and I guess I must have fainted.  While I was passed out, I had a vision that an animal helped me find my way to the library.  As I opened my eyes, there was a 250 pound black bear standing over me.  Normally, an animal will only talk to you in a vision but this one was special.  He asked me if I was alright and if I needed help.  I told him that I was on my way to the library when I passed out.  He picked me up and flung me on his back and we were on our way.  He dropped me off and I thanked him for his generosity.  I fell asleep in some bushes and waited for the library to open.

Here is a picture of me at the library.  I also have a picture of me looking at a couple of books I found.

 

After reading 2013 books on genealogy, ( I had to read some twice) I found a hint at the bottom of the page that said “Look your last name up in the  phone book and visit the people with your last name”.  No wonder they call this book “Genealogy for Idiots”.

 

I went up to the desk and borrowed the librarian’s phone book and wrote down all the names and addresses on a piece of buffalo skin and tucked it in my bra. (I would have put the librarians Android 4.3 Bluetooth Smart Phone in my bra but it would not fit.)  Besides she would not let me borrow it.  I can’t wait until I start looking for one of my relatives.  Can you?  Oh,  That's me looking at the Colorado Springs phone book.

The little girl’s name who bought me (you guessed it) is Dora.  She has lots of other dolls that I can talk to and play with but my best friend of all is “Barbie”.  Most of Dora's dolls live in a box and have never come out.  I guess that makes them special.  Barbie says that they are collectors’ items.  She does not live in a box and is free to do whatever she pleases. 

One day I was telling Barbie that I was on a quest to find my adopted mother and she actually had some great ideas.   She told me if I go to the library and look up my last name in a genealogy book I might find out who to contact.  I remember my mother’s last name was Luke so that must be mine too.  Barbie said that she will help me get to the library as soon as Dora leaves for Brinley's (a friend of Dora's) birthday party.  I have no idea how Dora is getting from Colorado to Illinois but I figure it will give me plenty of time to sneak out.    While I was staying at Dora's, I had time to work on a new head band and beads for my dress.  Here is a picture of me and my best friend.

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Once upon a time in a faraway town located in Indian-anna, there lived two siblings that had a throwing arm of Kid Nichols.  For those, who do not know who Kid Nichols was, you should look it up.  The names of these two kids will be withheld to protect them from any Pro Baseball scout trying to sign them up to a major league team.  They would throw stones at cars, oranges at telephone poles, Frisbees and whatever they could get their hands on.  They would even throw a game if they got the chance.  One day a tragedy happened that stunned the world for many decades.  In the eyes of a nosey neighbor this story is told.

I saw her lying hopelessly still while turning red in the hot smoldering sun.  She laid there for weeks before anyone even noticed that she was gone or missing.  Until one day I saw the limp fried body struggling to move.  She headed down the slope, which in her eyes took almost a month.  Reaching a ravine at the bottom of the slope, she then laid in this u shaped ravine until one day a vision came to her that she would be saved by the Rain Gods.  As she woke up, the ravine started to fill with water and she was washed down a tunnel like waterfall that shot her into a meadow filled with grass.  I saw a guy pick her up and put her into a big red wagon.  I have no idea why he left his smaller wagon that he was pulling.  I watched her body bouncing all over the place as she vanished out of my sight.  I never saw her again until I was on vacation in Colorado and saw her in the arms of a little girl buying her at an ARC store.  Again she was whisk out of sight, this time to never be seen again by my eyes.

High Moon was very small when she was kidnapped from the front yard where she lived.  Her owner, or I guess you could say her adopted mother, never knew what happened until she found her hiding in a place that she never expected.  They both sat down and talked all night until her mom learned the true story of what actually happened.  

Here are the tales and journeys of that poor little girl that I heard her mother (the little girl who bought her) say “Let’s call her High Moon”

Here is a picture of me with my friends at the ARC.  It was sad to leave them, but now I can start my LONG journey to find my adopted mom.

I will be posting more of my journey soon, so please put me in your favorites.