My Mom was a Spy
Wednesday, January 20, 2010 at 3:09 pm
Okay, not exactly. But she did spy on people by using approved methods like the ever-present, ever-on scanner. Why she originally got one I’ll never know. But she loved listening to the police and emergency personnel over the airways to find out where the action was. That’s how she found out my Dad was about to be arrested. A hurricane was threatening in the 1970s. We lived on a bay, and my father was in the process of raising up what he could off the ground and moving the rest to the second story. My mom had the scanner on upstairs as she packed. She happened to hear a call go out about a stubborn homeowner who refused to evacuate until everything was ready. They called out the address and the dispatcher relayed a message that the sheriff wanted him brought in for his own safety. Mom flew down the stairs and warned my Dad. She assured the police we were leaving within minutes, and we did. I come from a family of spies and law enforcement officers…maybe I’m watching you;)
Categories: Overview of the Book and Me
on January 21st, 2010 at 1:18 PM
The 70’s hurricane was named Fredrick and hit Pensacola sometime in September 79. Having lived with Susan’s family for about a month as an exchange student Fredrick was something unexpected and exciting. Of course I had heard of hurricanes but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined to be involved in that extent.
I had learned that there was a scanner in the house, and knew that it was on all the time, didn’t listen to it and never thought more of it.
We were all busy with the hurricane preparations and I remember vividly Susan’s mother running down the stairs as a police vehicle drove in front of the house. Yes, we left soon after that and drove somewhere more safe over night. I even remember holding on to Susan at some point as she was almost blown away with the wind.
I enjoyed reading the book, could not put it down. It brought back so many memories and made me think of my year in Pensacola, and especially Susan’s Mom, Kathleen. I kept trying to place the people in the book. Do I know this person?
Susan, you write with such an ease that it is impossible to put the book down. I had to start it anew after finishing it. Could you write another one? Please.