With the psychic abilities that also ran in my family, she sometimes had premonitions in her dreams and in 1923 had a vivid nightmare that her husband blew up and then fell to the ground in a million tiny pieces like confetti. It was so real to her that, the following day, she gathered her children around her to tell them. By nightfall her husband, Isaac, was dead. Isaac blew up stumps for the railroad for a living and that day he lit too close on the dynamite fuse. He was blown sky high in the explosion.
