"Sunday
morning we went to Sunday School and on leaving learned it was our time to
entertain 'Joe.' As it happened I had
gone to a little extra for dinner because of Easter and we had fried chicken,
sliced tomatoes, ice cream, etc. But the
house wasn't exactly clean. However Joe
still seemed to be alive yet when church was over so I guess he survived."
-- Letter from my grandmother, Bloomington,
Kans., to my father, Boulder, Colo., April 2, 1945. Joe was the preacher at the Methodist church.
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