![]() They said my father had passed away at the hospital having had a massive heart attack. ![]() The ambulance came and we all road to the hospital together. He abruptly collapsed to fall with a crash flat on his back. My father rose from his chair, walked in front of the table where I was seated, came face to face with my mother and was about to speak to her when he suddenly started making a horrible noise. All three of us were listening to one of our family's favorite radio shows, Mr. Apparently, my mother didn't know how to remove the strings. I had been left to finish eating string beans which I hated because I always gagged on them. One November evening in 1948, as I was trying to finish eating dinner, my father, Herbert Valentine Gaertner, a man who everybody loved dearly, including me, rose from his easy chair to speak to my mother. When I was 10, life as I knew it came to an abrupt end. Why? Because I think Sally's story may turn out to be the most important thing I've written. ![]() I am republishing the story in this new format with its new cover and title, Sally's Magic River. I wrote the story over twenty years ago and first published it as Sally and the magic River in 2014. ![]() Sally's Magic River is my only work of fiction. I am a retired molecular genetics scientist who has authored and co-authored well over 50 patents and academic publications. ![]()
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