When Kevin and I used to reminisce about the good old days or about other shared events in our lives we always came back to one particularly funny story involving Gramma Printz.  I’m not sure of the exact date or year but back around 1981 or so I remember there was a family reunion in the Medicine Hot Springs Camp Ground off of I93 below Lost Trail Pass.  Most of the family was there it seems.  I had been fishing with Kevin but soon we ended up looking for flourspar on the railroad tracks near the campground.  We found this railroad trestle that went about 15 feet or so above the creek.  The water was about three feet deep and about three feet wide.  From up that high it looked pretty scary.  So being himself Kevin jumps feet first off the trestle and lands in the water and sand below landing with a pretty good thud.  But he was unhurt and brushed off the sand and climbed back up.  About this time Gramma was walking down the tracks toward us just kinda strolling along.  Kevin and I hatched a diabolical scheme to scare Gramma by pretending that we were fighting and then have me push Kevin off the trestle.   Hee Hee.  Good in theory.  First of all you know Gramma.  Kevin and I pretended to push each other around and Kevin then acted as if he was losing his balance.  I shouted to Gramma to get her attention.  She looked at us just as Kevin pitched himself forward from the trestle with his arms flaying and doing his best scream.   Gramma just laughed and said.  “Oh that’s nice” and turned around and left.  Kevin had actually not been paying attention to where the creek was below because of his intense acting and actually landed half on the sandbank and half in the water.  He was actually a little hurt physically but hurt more that Gramma didn’t notice his “stunt”.  He thought about doing it again but finally came to his senses.

Told by Jon Clarkson via email sent to me on 7/10/99.