Voices in the Wind

Voices in the Wind

A bit of background to set the scene:

My dad was military, so we were stationed across the USA from the time I was born until the 8th grade.  I've lived in Colorado, Alaska, Louisiana, and Texas.  Now my dad was born in Minnesota, and his sister has lived there her entire life.

Another thing I should mention is my family was very bad about writing and calling relatives to keep in touch.  Mom would get the birthday cards for family, and then never send it...

Lee Debe standing in a field

So one summer day, we (mom, dad, my aunt, and myself - I was still a child.) were out in the country in Texas, looking at old properties, and "treasure" hunting.  That was dad's thing.  He loved to go arrowhead hunting, and he would go out to the country, and walk and find the best-looking arrowheads, then take them home and make displays out of them.  I long for those days, just walking around with my dad, listening to his tales...he was an amazing storyteller, but I digress...

So we are out in the middle of nowhere, not a soul around, but the 4 of us, and we hear a lady's voice call "LEE.."   "LEE..."  Lee was my dad's name.  So dad hollers to my mom, "what do you want, Jean?" Mom tells hem she didn't call, and I knew better than to call my dad by his first name or he would have "tanned my hide".  So mom hollers to her sister Liz and asks if she was calling my dad.  She stated she didn't call him but heard someone calling him, and thought it was my mom.

The three of them had started back to the car, where I was standing, as the grass had started itching my legs.  They all 3 stopped about 10 feet from the car, as the voice returned "Lee..."  Lee..."  I hollered, OK that's creepy, let's get out of here, as any 10 year old would do.

We all piled in the car and they had a lengthy discussion about what had just happened, while I listened with great interest.


Fast forward to Christmas that year, we drive to Minnesota, to visit dad's family, and we are visiting his sister.  She and my mom and dad are talking and catching up when his sister says,

"You know Lee, we don't write or keep in contact very well, and I worry about you.  So sometimes when I'm overly worried about you, I'll lay on my bed, and I'll call you in my mind... You'll answer back telling me you are fine, and then I can go about my day." 

Well, my aunt would keep a log of when she would "call my dad" and mom had written down the date and time we heard the voice in the wind, and when they compared dates...

Dad's sister "called" my dad from her home in Minnesota,  on the same day the four of us were in Texas, out in the country in the middle of nowhere.


Mystery solved...(cue the Twilight Zone music, please.)