TERRY MOSHER AND MINERVA MOSHER DEAN
This is really D.B. Cooper disguised as Terry Mosher. Picture was taken sometime in the 1980s when my sister Minerva visited from Portville, NY. We were headed to Seattle and the Pike Street Market. She was excited to be on a boat on water. I don’t know why she was holding on to me, maybe because I was trying to escape to Southwest Washington to pick up the money from the parachute drop. God awful photo of me. Then, I am not the most beautiful guy in the world. Top of the bottom, for sure. Minerva died March 3, 2011, from COPD. She was 81. Minerva was the anchor of my life after our mother died in 1953 when I was just getting close to turning 13. That started what I call my dark years that lasted until I married some 14 years later. But as dark as m life would get, the light would shine when I got around Minerva and for the time she was there the darkness disappeared. She was the the oldest of five Moshers (I was the youngest) and was an anchor for not just me but for her family and others in the extended Mosher family. She married when she was 16 and just graduated from high school and was married for nearly 65 years. Minerva was the toughest of us Mosher Five. She was the brightest, the hardest worker (although we all like to work), and so full of life that it’s impossible to describe, even for somebody like me who writes for a living. Her nieces and nephews, and there are many of them, behind her back nicknamed here, “Nervous Minervous” because she was so hyper and full of get-up-and-go. We all miss her terribly and just this past march her husband, my brother-in-law, died. He was 90. So it goes. I hope they find the real D.B. Cooper someday. Just don’t look my way. Later. Have a great day. You are loved.