Five years of age was a stressful time in my life. I was a cute little thing looking at photos of my self with strawberry blond hair well past my waist. I was visiting my aunt who lived in Sapulpa Ok, we went to visit a family friend of hers, the Woodall's lived in the country in Glennpool. All the kids there at the time ran & jumped in a pond, I followed right behind them sinking to the bottom. A boy that lived there saw my hair floating in the dirty water pulling me out saving my life.  He grew up to be a fireman in Tulsa, Tony Woodall was only ten years old when he saved me from drowning.

Within a month my mother was washing our clothes with a wringer washer. I was standing too close to the wringer, my long hair got caught up in the wringer. I can still remember my mother screaming, she had the presence of mind to unplug the washer before it scalped me. Needless to say she took me to the beauty shop the next day to have my hair cut in a short style.

I was so afraid of water when I got to Rogers. I really wanted to learn to swim. Ms Dickerson said she could teach me & she did, I passed the Jr Lifesaving. That lesson really helped me in life when I didn't think I could do something I remembered how I conquered my fear of deep water by learning how to swim.

Beverly!  I loved that story, I'm so glad you wrote!  You were a darling little girl and grown up girl.😍

Your memory of having your hair caught in the washing machine ringer brought back such a

memory. I remember the screams of my mother and sister, Marilyn. It was such a terrifying sound...but too all came out well.  Only one change.....Mother did not cut her hair.