“We
gals became real farmers—drove tractors, watched turkeys hatch, ‘snoopervised’
the building of a new turkey house, and had blackberries and turkey eggs for
breakfast. All this was at the home where
Dot and Ruth were lucky enough to stay at Gray Summit, or rather out of Gray
Summit on ‘Hardeman Boulevard.’ These
same Hardemans were three-fourth of the reason we had such a good start to our
summer. None of us had ever known a
family that made such a place in our hearts in such a short time.”
--Group
letter from my mother, Ruth Murray, and the three other members of her
Methodist Youth Caravan, Thursday, July 18, 1946.
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