This angel is full of stories about growing up on the plains of Wyoming during cattle roundups before dirt roads when there was only wide spots. She told me of hauling in enough rock by horse drawn wagon to build a stone house. She spoke of how her family hitched up the wagon and drove it to Chugwater, Wyoming, housed the horses in the stable and from there took the train to Cheyenne.
She stated that the women in her family once they reached 90 never knew how to die and we are glad of that stubbornness. Clara is 94 and sometimes lets her pet raccoons into her kitchen to share her meals on wheels that are delivered daily to her. I asked her if she had any regrets?
“Not a damn one. I have always done as I pleased”