I remember exactly where I was on this day in 1965. Somewhere near Maljamar, NM…I was
sitting in the back seat of Humble Oil’s green International crew cab, a winch
truck. There I was the “school boy”
with four crusty old roustabouts.
The un-airconditioned truck was the only shade to be found in all of
southeast New Mexico. I had just
finished lunch, closed my black lunch pail and shut my eyes for a quick nap when I got a strange fleeting
notion about my parents. No more
thought was given to that idea and I returned to work applying silver paint to
some nondescript piece of oil field equipment.
That night I received a phone call inquiring about the
flight plan that had not been closed.
Over the next few days it became apparent that the plane and my family
were missing.
Days and weeks went by that I don’t exactly recall…that summer was just a blur, blurred by not knowing what had happened.
The entire summer passed with no word of their
whereabouts. Then just before
school started the burned out wreckage was spotted on a Utah mountaintop.
It was years later I recalled the strange feeling I had while sitting in that back seat of that old gang truck and connected it to the
approximate time the plane must have gone down.
To me this is just more proof that there is a supernatural
world out there and that there is someone in charge of that supernatural world…a
world I don’t understand…but a world that I know is very real.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for all the little things you do that
prove how real you are. Amen.
John Fred Jeansonne,
Genevieve Babin Jeansonne
June 11, 1938 married
June 11, 1965
(died) 27th Wedding
Anniversary
PS
Dear Mom and Dad,
Thinking about you.
Love, your son
