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them. Bill Fry was the father of mom's girl friend Helen. I'm sure you have heard mom talk about the things she and Helen Fry used to do.
Robert went along with Bill to get the horses. On the way back to Houghton, it was late at night, Bill stopped the truck by the highway some where east of Bawdle, got out to check on the load and got run over and killed. Some think he may have had a spell of some kind and fell in front of the car just as it was passing. Anyway he was dead and Robert had to get word to the sheriff. As I remember hearing about it the car that ran over him didn't stop but some one else came along and went for help.
We got the horses to Houghton and got them sold. My farming career had come to a close.
I think it was July when we moved to Broadland. Just before the harvest got a good start. The eight and a half years we spent in
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