I really can't remember much of my childhood. I know that we live in almost every town in Nevada. My father worked road construction and worked for Drum, Dodge, Helms and many more construction companies. I understand that he was pretty good at what he did. If he quit a job he had another one the next day. He was a very hard worker and always provide for us. We never went without food or clothing. We lived in a trailer, the last one was a Spartan. It was 35 ft long and 8 ft wide. We thought that we had died and gone to heaven. My brother and sister and I slept in the same bedroom. There were twin beds, Rick slept in one and Carole and I slept in the other. My mother and father slept in the front room on a hide-a bed. We always had to play outside, so maybe that is why I was a tomboy. I always had little boys that were my friend. I would rather be outside than inside. Besides that there was no room for us to help mom with the dinner. We had to wash and dry the dinner dishes. Carole always picked that time to go to the bathroom. I can remember my mother hated it that we were called transient. It just that we followed my father from job to job.
I remember on place that we lived it was Carson City. I remember that some friends and I were playing in a vacant flied next to the trailer court. When had built a fort and were playing with matches. We started a fire and I ran home and told my mother that I didn't start it. She knew right away that I had something to do with it. I can't remember what happened but I am sure that I got punished for it.
On of my memories when we lived in Fallon and I was going to school at Oaks Park. I had called my mother to come pick me up and she was always late so I started walking home on the old highway by Courtesy Corner. This pick up truck stopped and asked if I wanted a ride, I told him no that my mother wouldn't let me take rides with strangers. He started down the road and then turned around and came after me. I started running and I was crying, this other couples stopped to see what was wrong with me and I told them. The police looked for him but never found him. Needless to say I never walked home again.
My mother always seemed to be late to pick us up. My father always said that she would be late for her own funeral. I cam remember waiting for my mother at the movie theater on main street after everyone had left. I can remember one time saying something to her about it and I remember that she just gunned the car. I guess that I wasn't too diplomatic about it.
We were in the 6th grade when we came to live in Fallon, as my brother was starting High School and my mother wanted us to stay in one school throughout high school. I was a very immature. I was still playing cowboys and Indians with Carole Imelli. Carole lived a fourth of a mile down the road from my grandparents place on the Austin Hwy. We would ride horses. The Imelli's had horses and it was fun to ride in the fields that were around their place. Carole was a couple of years younger that I was. I just remember having so much fun with her and riding horses in the alfalfa fields.
My parents were a little concerned because Carole was a lot more mature than I was. I was always a littler slower in developing that Carole. Which I didn't mind at all.

I saw on a blog where a man wrote his life story for his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. I thought that would be a great idea. Now, I want you to know that I don't write very well and I write just like I talk but it is important to keep a journal and to have your life story written down. So, that is why I am doing this.
I will begin with where I was born. I was born in Fallon, Nevada on December 18, 1945. I have a twin sister and her name is Carole. I had an older brother named, Richard Louis Jacobsen, but everyone calls him Jake. I call him Rick. I just can't seem to change from what I called him when we were kids. Rick was 18 months older than Carole and I. My father was Bud Jacobsen and my mother was Catherine (Trina) Frances McLean. My mother was a housewife and stayed home with us kids. My father worked construction. That is road construction. He has worked on almost every road in Nevada. We lived all over Nevada. That is another story for later.
When I was born we lived in Fernley, Nevada. There was no hospital there so my mother came to Fallon. She didn't know that she was going to have twins until she was on the gurney. We lived in Fernley for the first five years of my life. I don't remember much about living there, except that my mother told me that one day I was riding my tricycle down the alley and I hit a brick and went head over the handle bars. I landed on a piece of glass, I cut my head and I went home. My mother didn' t know where the blood was coming from, she kept wiping my nose. When she discovered that I had a cut in my forehead, she drove me to Fallon to get some stitches. I still have the scar for that accident.
My father worked road construction and we went to 28 schools from the time I started first grade until we were in the eighth grade. My brother started high school and my mother told my father that we were going to go to one High School and that he could work where ever the job took him but we were going to stay in Fallon. We lived out on the Austin Hwy by the grandfather Jacobsen ranch.