One of the peculiarities of dwellings on the Mojave Desert is how isolated most of them are, from each other. If you've ever driven from Vidal Junction to Twenty Nine Palms, California, you know exactly what I mean.
As I continue my research through my old daytimers, I have found some amusing and sometimes jarring notes from twenty years ago. Case in point:
A handwritten note in my August 20, 1998 Franklin Daytimer
"Alice broke her shoulder, aunt Doris is in a wheel chair, Fern's hands are swollen, Milton doesn't know where he is. My dad can't see. Everyone else is gone."
Except for my uncle Glenn Marvin Bell, my father's younger brother, who turns—I believe, 85—today. Happy Birthday Uncle Glenn!
"Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described—and will be, after our deaths—by each of the family members who believe thy know us."