The following story happened many years ago (1920). One of the actors of this little drama is still alive - Bill Werner, who has for many years lived in Ft. Collins, CO. I personally knew all of the folks mentioned in this “Crescent” article with the exception of Charles Colvin, who died before I was born.

Wm. Shellabarger, Wm. Werner and Charles Colvin narrowly escaped death early this morning when the Ford car they were driving turned turtle, out at the curve of the Woodard lane and Cemetery hill, pinning the Werner boy under the car. The Shellabarger boy ran to the Woodard’s to telephone and Ray and Mr. Woodard ran to the car and found William in a very dangerous position, he was lying entirely submerged in mud and water and only by the greatest effort could he keep his head above the water. Mr. Woodard succeeded in finding a firm foothold in the arroya and lifted the car off the boy so Mrs. Woodard and, Ray could pull him from beneath it. He was rushed immediately to the doctor and is getting along nicely at this time. The boys had gone out to look at the traps and claim they were driving at a moderate rate when the lap robe blew up into Wm. Shellabarger’s face and in his efforts to snatch it away swerved the car into the ditch.

P.S. Mr. Woodard who lifted the car (Geo Woodard) was the father of Ray and the grandfather of John Woodard.

Now I will finish this column in a somewhat lighter vein. Whenever we go anywhere, Sally does the driving and I go along for the ride. As we were heading down the Gunbarrel on our way to Monte Vista she was talking about some of the houses, farms, etc.  Suddenly I heard her say “there are sure a lot of cottontails today.”  I thought that old gal has done flipped, but I looked anyway — nothing! Then I looked over at her and she was looking up at the sky. Wasn’t too long til I figured out what she really said was, “there are sure a lot of contrails today’ Sure enough, the jet planes were leaving lots of pretty vapor trails in our blue Colorado sky.