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[[underling]] WACO [[/underline]]  [[underline]] 27 [[/underline]]         
but soon after George left taking all the light in the world with him, I had a bad crying spell. The doctor said, if I didn't stop I would not be able to nurse the baby. Being premature by about three weeks, my fever, the Influenza taking the strong men and pregnant women, I must nurse the baby. Weavers took me back to the big bedroom, fed me delicious food, the baby improved as my milk did. Letters came steadily from George. Sad and wistful, especially Xmas week, Our first Xmas, 1918. We sent him good news. Dan Davison was flying the Air MALL, IN N.J. and Geo. wrote his hopes of doing the same. My youngest brother-in-law Bob(Chas.) Weaver taught me how to walk again, brushed my long heavy hair to save what little strength I had, made me wonderful connections of ice cream treats. Level-era for age thirteen and twenty.

When Buddle was eight weeks old, George received his discharge and came home. Wa.a.ki! The air was full of joy. The baby named George Charlea Weaver. Middle name for Dad Waever and my brother. Later on George told me that the other girls who made baby clothes with me had caught the flu. The babes died within them and they died. He was afraid to tell for I was so ill when he left. One young father to be spun himself into his death.

The war was over, [[underline]] yet the men in service felt it would catch up wth their children, in a war to finish what Germany had to call quits at the time [[/underline]]. While George was trying to get on Air Mail, Bill Stout had built a ship considered erratic that pilots failed to make perform. Bill waited until "Buck" was home. George got if "off", the money paid for the child birth but with Buck's advise the ship was junked. A telegram arrived. George read it. Papa was dead. We went to his funeral. Now with the war over, I wanted Pap to visit us, let Buddle grow to enjoy him, as we kids at home..and friends enjoyed and learned from him.

In March, I had a feeling something was vitally wrong with Papa. A