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106 the UFO questions. Now this kind of pain slows me down and slows my work considerably... but I suppose that’s the idea, right? I should be used to such goings-on. During the seven years that Jacques Vallee and I were working together I always began to dread what I would find when I got home from working on a case. I was compelled to investigate the UFO phenomena but my family and I always paid some sort of price. Early on, I could always expect to find a sick child, animals dead, property damaged, or some other awful thing or other when I arrived at our house in Turley. The small sicknesses that dogged the children created guilt and stress within me. I wanted to be home with them. Why couldn’t I just be happy with the sort of life which brought perfect contentment to other women? Home, sweet kids, a loving husband, a menagerie of animals and an extended family. Why couldn’t I just accept an ordinary job or a stay-at- home position tending to my family? I really wanted to do that but something, something urgent within me, would never allow me to stay away from my UFO investigations. So I kept trudging onward, still studying those flying saucers, still sifting through unexplainable happenings, still looking for some explanation. I learned to live with stress, guilt, and the knowledge that my husband and children and even my mother-in-law were also paying a price for my unbreakable resolution to learn everything I could about the aliens who were interfering in the lives of earthlings. Actually, I don’t have any choice. I have to continue this work. Bob is okay with that, very understanding, he allows me to do whatever I feel I must. He will not accept the idea that there is any connection to our family accidents and my UFO connection accidents our investigations. My Mother is simply horrified by the whole idea and she totally rejects the reality of my experiences and of my Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding