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38 Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding onto the old couch with the saddle shaped cushions. There was no way to keep from smiling at the rest of the space. “But it’s all mine.” I spoke the words aloud and jumped up to run to the window to look down on Denver Avenue, one of the busiest streets in the city. Life’s drama was playing itself out only one story below me. I watched darkness take hold of the evening as the sun settled into the hills a few miles west of Tulsa. I knew that darkness would soften the facades of the scarred brick buildings that lined both sides of the avenue. Night. My most favorite time. I looked up into the sky and focused on the faint image of the moon. I thought of home, of mother and daddy and wondered what they were doing just at that moment. They were only a few miles from my front door but it seemed a world away to me. I had to do something to help myself learn to be an adult, to be on my own. For a second I could hear my mother’s voice echoing in my head. “No Barbara. Must you move out of the house” And when I had just kept putting my things into boxes she’d said, “Nineteen is just ... well ... you’re so young.” It hurt me to hear the pleading in her voice. I’d answered, “But Mother, what can happen I’m a grown woman, now. I need to be on my own. I’ll get a job. I’ll call every day to let you know what I’m doing.” She’d sighed and given up, then she’d given me the money to get that first apartment. The bubbly feeling returned to my chest now, and with the tip of my fingernail, I lifted a tear from the corner of my eye. I hated to admit that I was having an attack of homesickness, even though I’d left my parent’s house only this morning. I took a deep breath of the night air. The cool breeze seemed to radiate some emotion I needed to understand. I’ll take a walk, I thought, a walk’ll feel good. Cheer me up, maybe.
Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator 39 Even though I carried the fantasy of meeting the man from the piano with me at all times, I seldom gave any thought to the strange encounters I’d had as a child. I always looked at tall, dark haired men with interest but I hadn’t yet met up with my fantasy man. Tall was important because I’d inherited many of my mother’s features. As a model she’d had to be tall. I was taller. I didn’t care much about such stuff and I really am uncomfortable talking about myself but my co-author insists on including a few remarks about my looks. I’d been told that I had Mother’s slim but shapely legs, her high cheek bones and her well defined chin. Some of the people at the university in Arkansas had even called me “beautiful,” but caring about personal appearance was as distant to my mind as were UFOs and alien beings at that moment. I pulled the sides of my too small cardigan together in front to ward off some of the coolness of the breeze. I wasn’t at all aware that by taking that walk, I’d embarked upon a journey. What happened that evening, the occurrence which appeared to be coincidental wasn’t coincidence after all, but rather synchronicity. A lot of unrelated events came together in that place and at that time, dovetailed, and wove themselves into the fabric of my life. Blind chance ceased to occur for me. Everything that happened to me from that moment on, everything, everyone I met from that moment on, all the people, all the happenings from that evening, each and every part of the coming events soon fit a purpose in my life. Of course, I didn’t know that then. All I knew was that I was free, young, and open to the experiences that life was going to offer me. I had to keep myself from smiling as I hurried to the corner clutching my ugly, worn-out old high school sweater across my chest to ward off the autumn wind.
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BIBLIOGRAPHY Books or articles ment
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APPENDIX B WHAT MEETING WITH OKLAHO
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About The Authors Barbara Bartholic
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