You were the daughter of Uriah Oblinger, a young Civil War veteran, and his wife, Madi. He was digging into the ground with a hoe when you ran past him to play in the grass. A storm was forming, and twisters were common here in the great plains, but it didn't seem so bad at the moment.

"Don't go too far, honey," Uriah said as you ran past him to play in the grass in your little white dress and hair in braids.