Great Depression folktale of a mysterious forest creature protecting a widow and her family from the frightening depths of Tennessee logging country. My mother and father were both scholarly people hailing from totally opposite lineages. My father was Scotch-Irish and my mother was American Indian and French Canadian. The first childhood memories I can recall is in 1935 living in New York City. I was only 5 years of age but can still recall the difficult times. My father was educated at Harvard Business School and had previously worked on Wall Street as an advisor to New York’s’ elite. The stock market crash that began the Great Depression displaced him from his aforementioned career. When my parents met in 1929, he was teaching finance at New York University. His parents had just passed away 1 year apart from each other in 1924. He was the younger of 2 children and his older sister had been committed to Bellevue 12 years ago. My mother was an intelligent and attractive, young studen