I have been reading another book written by my Uncle Stanley (my dad's older brother). It fascinates me because it is also the history of my father and my grandparents. I have learned so much about all of them through my uncles books. Following is a memory he records of a time when he, my dad and their brother Rodger went swimming in Wood Lake in Minnesota. My dad was about 5, Uncle Rodger was about 8 and Uncle Stanley was about 10.

"Rodger and I had learned to swim at the Mill Dam near Prentice so felt at home in the water. Emory, about 5 years old, came near the water and sat on a door we had used for a raft. With our splashing we created enough water movement to move the raft from the shore and he got carried with it into the deep water. He tried to get off, did so, but sank. I finally caught up with him, but had no understanding of how to get him to shore. I pushed and threw him as far as I could, then swam to catch up. I repeated the process until I came to shallow enough water to stand up. I straightened him up, patted him on the back and sent him in to shore."

Not sure that's Red Cross approved method of life saving but glad it worked!!