OUR PERSONAL ENCOUNTER OF THE ALIEN KIND (A LEGACY STORY) When you have eleven grandchildren in three states, you don’t miss an opportunity or planned event with them . Such was the case when we went to Wisconsin to visit the Hensler family during a really busy working time for both my husband and myself. We told the family that we would arrive very late as we couldn’t get out of town until after supper.

A family picture of the Hensler’s visiting us in Iowa before the “Alien experience” . 

Dakota and family in Davenport

Upon our arrival at the split level house everyone was already in bed and asleep. We had instructions to go to the lower level and in to the room of our three year old grandson Dakota. He would sleep up stairs with his folks which was a fun treat for him. We were happy to go straight to bed and sleep since the events of the following day were sure to keep us busy. We moved stealthily through the downstairs to the assigned room, and remembering our instructions, left the hall way light on for nighttime bathroom visits by family members.

I booted my hubby over to the far side of the bed as I needed to plug in my new sleep apnea machine. It had changed my life by giving me the needed oxygen levels during the night; thus helping me be fresh and energized during the day. I had become accustomed to the cumbersome face mask and tubing and was able to go right into a sound sleep snuggled up to my husband. About two in the morning I thought I heard something, then I was sure of it. The pitter-pat of little feet coming down the stairs indicated my grandson was on his way back to his room. I turned over and held my hands out so that he could climb into the water bed with us. The hall light showed his silhouette in the darkness and then he stepped into the room. From his vantage point, it was allowing the light to reach me. Always known for his expressive big eyes, they suddenly were enormous. He dropped his “blanky”, screamed at the top of his lungs, and turned to run out of the room.

Dakota sleeping with his cousin Erica

dakota and erica

I was calling his name, trying to untangle the tubing, mask and covers while the piercing screams went on and on as he ran for the stairs. His father had heard the screams and having no idea what was wrong bolted from his bed upstairs. He and I met at the stairway with the screaming little guy on the landing between the two stair case levels. He looked first at me, then at his dad and stood stamping his feet in place and screaming. It was at that point I clearly understood. I looked like a space alien in the mask and tubing, and when he saw me in the light it had scared the little bugger half to death.

It was a real initiation and a little sad. All my grandchildren eventually loved the mask and the air it blew out.  They would lay on my chest and let the air blow on them. It seemed to soothe them and the younger ones often fell asleep that way when they slept with me. But they had seen me demonstrate it so it was easy not to scare them as they had even helped me put it on. This little guy was completely taken aback and it took a long time to get him over it. He was slow to want to hug Grandma Lady again. We still laugh about the night the “alien” was in his bed; and how he flew up the stairs screaming. His dad was so scared, he ran down the stairs in only his underwear.

Depending on who is telling the story, that image had its own humor for the two adults involved in the incident.

The legacy of laughter, and making even the event of a sleep apnea machine special, is something shared by this grandson and me.

Erica and dakota

 Another picture of Dakota laughing with his cousin Erica. And the Hensler Family including Aspen.

Henslers by fireplace

Dakota seated on his father’s lap just after the “visitation from the Alien.”


About joycegodwingrubbs2

Some call me retired: I am RE-FIRED. I have written 15 books, plus 3 written as a "ghost writer". I no longer offer the novels as printed books, having them only available as Kindle Ebooks since my retirement as a novelist. Twelve books are on Amazon.com Kindle eBooks: collectively they are known as The Greyhound Lady Walking suspense series.They are real cases fictionalized into suspense stories to protect identities..( no victim/survivor names were compromised, and workers and locations were protected.) I also co-authored a non-fiction book: Footsteps Out of Darkness: The Annabelle Kindig Story . It is available on Amazon under the name of Annabelle Kindig. I have traveled, written from the heart, and found an audience that appreciates my "platform". The catalyst to writing the novels was the realization that if I died, I would take all my amazing experiences in these real cases with me; and believe me few have lived 5 lives in one. It would "silence the voices" of the victim/survivors whose triumphs are written into these novels. The suspense series was written in part with the collaboration of police woman and sex crime expert Trula Ann Godwin. In addition to the novels, I have written as a ghost writer for a World War II veteran who fought in the South Pacific aboard the USS Maryland in all the major battles. I have also written a non-fiction book recording oral history stories of my family members beginning with the 1930's to present. There are sixty-six "legacy" stories with pictures. It was recently published as a private printing for family and close associates only. I am a published photo journalist having won the 2009 Editor's Choice Award for internet freelance news articles and pictures of the Cedar Rapid's Iowa flood victim accounts and their personal struggles.. My husband and I are in our 52nd year together (only one blip on the marital radar together), and we have adopted three greyhounds; Dex, Big Buddy and Baby Doll. These were the inspirations in the Greyhound Lady Walking suspense series We have eleven grandchildren, 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. My three children live in Iowa, Wisconsin and Ohio.
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3 Responses to OUR PERSONAL ENCOUNTER OF THE ALIEN KIND (A legacy story)

  1. Pat says:

    Poor little guy. I had to laugh as I read this, but I can see why he was so scared.

    • Pat he is such a sweet guy still and has a couple of years of college behind him, but we still laugh about that night. I’m with you, I could understand his fear and believe me I can still hear the shrieks.

  2. Sue Gauden says:

    I wish I had some experiences like yours. Maybe I did but just can’t remember them. I really enjoy your stories with the detail and humor you add. Hugs, Sue

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