Another scary moment

This month in my writing class we were to write about scary moments in our life. I have had a few but forgot one. Our family went camping every year and I think it was 1964 when we went to New York City as Ray was going to cover Kansas Day at the New York Fair. We were on our way home and stopped to camp in Missouri near St Louis on our last night out. We were close to home and we had a vote and decided not to put the tent up but to drive on home. We started west and they forecast a storm. We thought we would just as leave be in the car during the rain as to have to take a wet tent down the next morning. As we rode along the kids were asleep and suddenly our car was lifted up and turned around. We were let down and our car stopped. A farmer had seen us lifted up and came to help us. We were now faced toward St Louis. Ray turned the car around and we started off west again. At the first town Ray called the Star and they asked him what had he been drinking. We drove on home without any trouble. About a week later when I had driven the kids to swimming lessons the car would not move. I called Ray and he called AAA and they towed the car to a dealer. They told us that we had a broken axle. It had evidently cracked and it took a week to break completely.