Butterflies When I become discouraged about to quit the try I settle down and think upon That blessed butterfly That every year traverses down The long Pacific shore From Canada to Monterey A thousand miles or more.
I know that birds go farther still But birds are fleet and swift Butterflies are aimless And tend, like me, to drift.
And so if they can find their way There's hope enough for me Fluttering on fragile wing The coast of Destiny. ~Ora Leggett
Ora was born July 9, 1914 in Englewood, Colorado, the daughter of Guy and Nell (Dinneen) Downing. She grew up on the family's "Silver Dollar Ranch" in Englewood, North Denver, and Morrison. When she was a youngster she wanted to be a policeman.
Ora married Lawrence Leggett on Aug 29, 1931 in Denver, Colorado. They had one child, Harold Patrick "Pat" Leggett. Ora liked to travel, loved her dogs and butterflies, and made wonderful candy. She played the banjo and ukelele; wrote stories and poetry. She was about 5'2" with blue eyes and brown hair.