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was needed so we gave him the name George. Mom, of course, was in abed so couldn't go to the funeral. It amounted to a few words graveside at the Okobojo Cemetery. I used Sam Smith's car again and carried the coffin and rough box in the back seat. I don't remember who rode with me but I think it was Willis. A few friends were at the Cemetery and then it was over. Over that is, for everyone but mom and me.
Every thing dried up that summer too and what didn't dry up was eaten up by the grasshoppers.
The Government had a project going at the Little Bend. Two truck loads of men were brought out from Onida every morning to work and then taken back at night. A lot more of us went in our own cars. The superintendent of the project was a good democrat by the name of Victor Steffen. We had grown up not far apart and he was about a year older than I. Vic was going with Dorothy at the time and was at our house
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