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 What Lurks Behind the Cloud Flynn Family Story Slingers 11 February 2024 by Cary Holmquist Where I grew up was under the Big Sky Country, the East Side of the Continental Divide, where the Rocky Mountain Front to the west was more than 30 miles distant.  The Land of the Shining Mountains, as several native tribes called it, named for the bright Sun’s light reflecting off the snow or bare rock, depending on the season.  Those mountain peaks and jagged outlines blaze out until the shadows of evening crept over them like a dark blanket. To the south were the tall ancient volcanic lakes called Square Butte and Crown Butte, and the lower buttes called Floweree and Shaw Buttes.  And behind them the dark peaks of the volcanic Adell Mountains and eastward the Little Belt Mountains and farther east the huddled peaks of the Highwood Mountains. All around and to the north were no peaks.  A few low horizontal ridges we called bench lands, not at all flat—just try walking there and it be

  Story Slingers Myrna Flynn Toys or no Toys Way back, but not so very far back, there was a little girl who lived out in the country. Until she was 4 years old she had no one to play with but she did have a rag doll that her mother made for her. She named it Funny Face.  She did have a pet Chicken and a pet Sow. But she lost them both.  Chicken did not mind her when she said, "Chicken stay on the chair."She was running behind her and was caught in the door when the Little Girl closed the door. Her family decided to move to town and the sow could not come with them. The sow was given to her grandpa and grandma. When her Uncle Roy tried to get the sow onto the truck, the sow refused to go up the ramp. Little Girl had to go up first and call Sow up. She did not totally lose Sow because she could go visit  her once in a while. Moving to town, she was able to have friends. One was Jacky. He has lots of toy cars and trucks and a dirt pile (you have heard of sand piles). They would

 I Was A Welcome Addition Myrna Booher Ever since my mother could remember she had wanted a girl.After the third boy she was about ready to give up. Then on March 3, 1939 in St. Joseph's Hospital, Chewelah, Washington she finally got her girl. She could scarcely believe it! The doctor has said it might be another boy. I didn't open my eyes until three days after my birth. Mom was afraid they weren't ever going to open. Of course I was a little young to know but they tell me I weighed six pounds seven ounces. I started walking around chairs or holding on to someones hand when I was six or seven months old and alone at nine months. As soon I was old enough to know where the food came I showed my appreciation by picking up a milk canard rubbing my stomach. (my uncle was always trying to get a picture of me doing that but I wasn't very co-operative.) This I Remember When I was three or was it four, this little girl would come to visit me. We climbed trees together. One day