We lived in a little ranch-style house in Morton, Washington, an isolated timber town located at the junction of SR 7 and US Hwy 12. Mount Rainier National Park flanks Morton on the Northeast side, and Mount St. Helens National Monument flanks it on the south, but this was fifteen years before the eruption. The mountain was still a snow-capped beauty teeming with wildlife, a frequent destination for hiking, camping, and fishing.
|First grade in Morton|
Even now, I can touch the circular scar and feel the wind blowing past my ears. I see the scar and remember what it was to be a girl of six living in a new home with a new mom, attending a new school.
“What happened to my other mom,” I wondered, “and where did all my sisters go?”