"The
Winzer house--inhabited by a family of ten--burned to the ground early this
morning. No one was injured--but the
fire consumed all of the family's possessions--except the car; so it was
nothing short of catastrophic to them.
"The
activity of neighbors since then has illustrated to me the difference in
attitudes of rural and urban communities.
As soon as Dad got word he & Mom started searching the house for
items which might be useful to the unfortunate family. Before the morning had passed I believe that
every family in the community had begun to contribute materials or labor to the
cause....
"After
a late dinner [lunch] we made preparations to cut alfalfa in the field south of
the house... At long last Stan & I got the mowing equipment into
action--his mower behind the tractor--and mine behind a team of horses--Ol'
Daisy & Sorrel. (I was all set to change the name of the latter in your
honor--until I discovered that a girl's name wouldn't fit him very well.)"
--Letter
from my father, Bloomington, Kans., to my mother, Winfield, Kans., Monday, May
26, 1947.