By Carol Irwin Prewitt
I thought I would tell you one of my family stories even though it’s not a Newby story. It seems no matter what part of the country you’re from, a country tale sounds the same.
My grandparent’s, Graham and Bertha Halterman, raised their nine children in Jackson County, Ohio, in a neighborhood called Diamond. During the Civil War it was called Fort Diamond. A creek ran through the community. During a hard rain it would swell to a good size stream.
On this day, a good hard rain had fallen and the children were told to stay away from the crick (as it was called) because the water was high. Son, Jake and his sister, Betty (my mother) didn’t pay attention to the warning and decided to go see for themselves. They were walking along the edge of the crick when Jake suddenly slipped into the water and got caught in an eddy of swirling water. Betty panicked and ran up and down the edge trying to figure out what to do. All of a sudden a tree branch was in her path and she grabbed it. She stretched it out to her brother. He was able to grab it and Betty was able to pull him in safely. When he was on the bank, Jake asked where she had found the branch. They had walked up and down the creek several times and there were no branch’s on the bank. The branch Betty found still had green leaves on it as though it had just fallen. They both decided it must have come from a guardian angel.
Jake’s main concern after that was that they were going to be in trouble for not listening to their mother. He said, “Don’t tell Mom”. They never did.