Growing up in the hill towns of Western Massachusetts was at times very lonely. The view of rolling green hills and rich thick woods of sugar maples, oak and pine, so beautiful. However, if you lived there, farm life was filled with responsibility and chores. Neighbors were often as far away as a half mile in the distance.
Summer storms could hit without warning, very fierce lightning coming from high in the darkened sky, streaks splitting from right to left, seeking that water source that attracted them on or under the ground. Several jags within seconds, followed by an earsplitting thunder, so loud the earth shook. The mountainous land my family cleared over the centuries had ledge in various areas, large veins of pure clear water lay deeply within this rock.
On this day I entered the house from a quick trip to the garden, the vegetable basket loaded with bounty. I had a fine salad planned, summer squash too. I had been chief cook and bottle washer for two years now, since my Mom's death. Dad would come in and after a long refreshing face and hand wash, he would look upon supper cooking and smile at me with pride. I worked hard to earn that smile. Now with many kitchen disaster behind me, at least, I showed promise.
I stood at the sink washing the garden dirt from our meal, the spring water so cold over my fingers, oblivious to all else as I worked.
This is so difficult to explain. Suddenly I heard an extremely vibrant deep voice in my brain, and it scared me horribly. "BACK-GIRL-BACK!"
I jumps back very fast and spun around half falling into a kitchen chair. At that very moment a bright ball of glowing lightning passed from the kitchen faucet directly into the electric stove burner operating only a few feet away. Only a second before I was standing in the path of that fiery lightning, my hands in that still running water. Did you know lightning smells? Oh did it smell. I remember my head hurting so badly. How can a voice be in your brain, but not heard with your ears. Please tell me how can that happen!
The stove was heating water for my Dad's tea, the lightning left the faucet, heading for the closest power. The burner had to be replaced and eventually my tears dried up.
That voice was so loud, so freaky. It sounded almost like English was hard to speak as the words were almost growled. Hard to explain. Little did I know I was to hear that voice two more times in my life and both times it saved me again from death.