2022 Christmas Letter

2022 Christmas Letter: Seasons Greetings Beloved Family and Precious Friends. I have reviewed my book for this year. I had lots of odd dreams all about various aspects of self. I have chatted a few times with Aunt Wanda. She recently had Covid and only had symptoms of a sinus headache. Thank goodness for vaccines. I asked her if she knew the entire story about when Dad ran away from home. Yes, she did. He ran away when ge was 13, rod his bike to Ontario, sold it for enough money to buy a ticket to Minnesotta. When he got there, Grandpa Rose called Charlie Berglund to let him know that Ralph had gotten there. Charlie asked him send him home on the train. Dad stayed for the harvest. Grandpa Rose took him to the train. Dad changed the ticket to New Orleans. He stayed there for a few days. He got picket up for vagrancy. The judge decided to keep him for a few days. He took Dad to the station and bought him a ticket to Idaho. As soon as he left, Dad cashed in the ticket and stowed on board a freighter. The ship went through the Panama Canal. I am sure he was putl to work. I am not sure where he deboarded the ship, I think San Diego. At any rate he got home okay and had quite an adventure to tell. Numbers: I did not learn mu numbers at home. So I had to cheat in first grade. I remember asking a class mate how to make an eight. Yeah, it wentn downhill from there. Brother Phillip got interested in Ancestry.com. He looked into Nellie Rose Berglund. She had people from Canada. How about that? When the Berglunds lived in Boise, Aunt Wanda told me that Dad sold newspapers downtown and told people he was an orphan and really needed the money. Jeez! In May, I did a stupid. I packed at Davita, locked the car and started to walk. The car started rolling backward because it was not in park. Instead of waiting for it to stop rolling, I decided that I must chase the car. I got the door unlocked but slipped and fell, banging my forehead on the pavement and breaking my glasses. A lady asked me if I needed help, yes, I can't get up. They called the EMT folk who decided I needed an MRI. As a result, they found a subdural bleed and I was transferred to OHSU. Whee! Met some cool people. Tim rescued me the next day. I no longer chase cars. I was hoping that the subdural bleed had knocked out the petit mal. But no, I managed to lose my gray sweat pants, underwear, cami and sweater. They were in the laundry basket. I simply forgot that I put them there. Sigh... A week or so after that I got my very first ticket. City Cop pulled me over, I was going 36 mph in a school zone. The ticket was for $165. Had to write a paper check. Traffic school was not available. Won't be slacking off like that again. Merry, merry everyone, I love you! Royce