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one who looked guilty and was punished. Charlie could look so cherubic after some caper, and my anxiety for him, showing all over, would be mistaken for my own guilt. Don't be mistaken. I always had my share of good ideas to keep things stirring, and when I graduated from High School our principal acoorded me the doubtful honor of "never having given him a dull moment". I pridefully admit now that it probably was true!

The village thought we were queer, (only rich people could afford to be eccentric) but the kids found the Meyers' backyard anything but dull. The yard and "shop" were always full of them. We had a trapeze which was my forte, and my friend. Here I could regain my dignity or salve hurt pride by hanging by my heels and skinning-the-cat; but [strikethrough] then [strikethrough/] also I [underlined] could [underlined/] hit the target often enough with our .22 to be forgiven for being a girl.

We went over to Plainfield, N.J. to see Lincoln Beachey fly. I even touched his arm, which made all other kids seem mediocre to me for weeks afterward.[Strikethrough]Id had a [Strikethrough/] ________ . [Strikethrough] It was a beauty, but [Strikethrough/] I usually managed to get car sick much to xxxxxxxxx my disgust and the family's. I realize now that some of it was induced by dreading from the time I climbed in, the sickness that I knew would come, but much more I dreaded the nuisance I became. My greatest fear was of being my own friendly self, which somehow was not supposed to be"proper"when on an outing. I found that if I kept my brother thinking and talking of airplanes, he wouldn't notice if I smiled back at someone who smiled at me. That way I could be interested in people and things and not get sick.
 
[[Handwritten notes]] Papa had my eyes tested- Astigmatism! (which I outgrew evidence via 1931 test for Glider Pilots license.

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Soaring "C" Fal #39 1st for Women U.S.A.
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Then came the day when we took The Glider out to the old golf links, with all the clothesline we could borrow or swipe , and most of the doubting, but thrilled suburb out with us.. All I remember of that historical Glen Bridge N.J. occasion is the glider taking off,diving into the ground; Mama, as she landed the Brownie camera smack between [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] my shoulder blades, screaming, "Is he dead?". Then all of us helping Charlie with his small scratches and

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