“Last
night was our Missionary meeting so I took Maude and Ina with me to Bob
Winzer's where the meeting was held.
While we were there it started raining so we rushed around to start home
and there were no lights on our car. I
asked Ella to follow me so we could see but when she got to their corner she
turned off. It was just pouring and as
dark as a stack of black cats. Ina
happened to have a dim flashlight, so she held it out the window and
occasionally with the help of lightning I could get a glimpse of the road. We crawled along and managed to stay in the
road until we got to Orrin's so he got his car out and lighted the way the rest
of the way home. Before I got here the
roads were getting terribly slick.”
--
Letter from my grandmother, Bloomington, Kans., to my father, Cape Girardeau,
Mo., Wednesday, July 14, 1943.
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