~~MY "little" ANGEL~~

We lived in Artesia, California...12230 E. 191st St. Isn't it funny

after all these 39 + years, I still remember the address? We moved to

Cloverdale, Oregon in Dec. 1970. Angela was five months old, and

Ellis was two years and 8 months old when we moved there. We

had to live with his family for awhile and it was not the best

situation to be in, but circumstances being as they were, made it a

real necessity. We finally moved approximately 10 miles outside of

town, into a big, two-story farm house. It had no heat. It was in

the "dead-of-winter", with over a foot of snow on the ground. No

job, just some promises from his brother. Looking back on it, I

couldn't really tell you how the bills were paid unless it was from

monies we had left from his work in California, I just remember we

had no heat and you could see your breath in the house! The farm

was an old rambling house and was just $50 a month! We had

candles burning all night long I think...and some coal-oil lanterns I

believe...not much but it was something.

This is the same time that I met "my little angel". But at the time

I didn't know what or who he was so I will tell you this.

He was young with golden-blonde hair and the bluest eyes

I have ever seen! His skin was like a gold/bronze-tan

and it was flawless. I just kind of stared at first and thought

to myself: "Wow, what pretty skin! It is beautiful!" 

He had on dark shoes and a pair of  black dress slacks and a super

white, short-sleeved shirt. And he just stood there holding

this outrageously huge box of food out to me!

I'm talking it was about a 3 ft. X 3 ft. square box

and packed full and brimming over with so much food.

With a big ham on top and a bag of potatoes, too!                  

 He came to my door one morning, with a ~H U G E~ box of

canned goods, dried milk, and cheeses and other things that

I cannot recall. He stood there, holding out the box to me. He was

at the bottom of my steps. I stood on the top landing of the porch,

and he told me: "We got this together for you." I tried to back out

graciously, by saying: "I'm sorry, but I don't know anyone here." He

said: "We got this for you." Again I said: "I just moved here not long

ago, I don't know anyone..." And again he said, MUCH firmer:

" THIS "IS" FOR YOU."

I just looked at him and bent to pull the box inside my house. It

took all my strength to pull it inside and then I jumped over it

and started to say, "thank you"...all I got out was: "Thaa..."

for he wasn't there! I ran out in the snow...we lived about ten miles

from town and at least a mile or two from anyone...

there was NO car tracks...

NO vehicle to be seen either way in the road...and when I

looked towards the house, there were NO footprints, besides my

own! And the four porch steps up to the landing had to have been

at least three feet or more in height; and recalling him standing

there, he was looking at me "eye-level"...and I am 5 foot and a

half-inch in height! So how "TALL" was "my little angel"?! Probably 8 feet tall!

I have called him that ever since then...and he will always be my personal

"Guardian angel", in my mind and heart.

He must have been at least 8 feet tall! All of the canned foods

had NO labels on them, so we never knew what we were going to

open for supper! LOL! Hasn't GOD got some kind of Humor?!

I think so!

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