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Page 70 she tried to the brick chimney blew off the roof and landed just in front of the door. Then the door opened and she got outside and found ma. By this time everything loose had blown away but a couple small trees. They crawled over to them and hung on until the storm was over. Next day was Sunday and I was brought home. When the storm had hit I was wearing garters to hold up my socks. I had a good jackknife in my pocket along with thirty or thirty-five cents. When we got the the cellar all my pockets were inside out and my garters were gone. Well, not quite gone. They snaps were still on the socks but the part that went around my legs had been torn off. That was some wind. I think I was taken to Pierre on Monday and got my ribs taped up. The doctor figured three had been cracked. Willis may have had some cracked too. But he wasn't as fussy as I. |