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A few weeks ago my sisters and I flew out to Washington for a visit with two of my older brothers and hang out at the lake with them.  We spent a lot of time laughing at family stories over delicious meals with lots glasses of wine and beer.   We grew up in a crazy, big farm family in Iowa -- our parents had twelve kids (9 boys and 3 girls) over seventeen years.  A sense of humor was a gift given to us by our parents that has served us well over the years. As we are all getting older, I decided I should write some of the stories down before they are lost in time.  The following is a story of my mom, Marie, who was in her 80's when this story took place, crippled with arthritis and still stubbornly living on the farm. The Great Escape Mom thought it seemed like a good idea at the time, to go for a little drive with our family friend, Helen, whom we called Aunt Helen.  What fun it would be to get out of the house for a coffee klatsch and gossip with my Aunt Margaret in the next town.  Little did my mother know the chain of events she would set off with this simple action. My mother had been living on the farm alone since my father's death years earlier.  Due to her arthritis, she walked with a cane and had stopped driving a few years earlier due to her lack of strength.  With twelve children (nine boys and three girls)  we divided up jobs to keep her safe, mostly healthy and living at home.  One of the compromises she made was to agree to the "Help, I've Fallen and Can't Get Up" button.  This made us...