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[underlined/] Waco [underlined]
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Bill Long still found a car or so for George to drive back from Detroit, found work in the shop for the two boys, and somehow we got along until Spring. [[IH?]] Matty, (E.M.) Laird, came through Lorain, and asked George to come to Wichita, Kansas with him. Jake Moellendick, had drilled a hole in the ground in the right place to strike oil, so Matty was building Laird Swallows with Jake's money. George was to be Jake's personal pilot and test the ships. We figured how muchmoney we could save in a year and then build [underlined/] BIG WACOS [underlined]. The bags were packed, Buddie and I stopped over in Chicago, with the Weavers until George had carfare for us. The Weaver Aircraft Company was still in existence but activities suspended. Sam worked at Glenn Martin's airplane factory in Cleveland. So many fellows in aviation got their start with Charlie Day, who built Standards in N.J., or at Aeromarine. A few days after we started housekeeping in Wichita, George and Mattie realized their teen-age dream of flying to California. That was a real trip then. I had tonsillitis, the day they left, carrying with them a stack of "Aviation", the magazine. Buddie and I waved good-bye to them as they circled about 6000 ft. above the house. The lump in my throat wasn't tonsils. The country was strange to me, so flat. The wind blew constantly, the little brown owls mourned all night, or shrieked close to my window, the freight trains could be heard shrilling out their lonesome call long before they crossed the street two blocks from the house. Everything outside and inside the house rattled and I died many an imaginary "hold-up" death, when I would manage to sleep at all. My next door neighbor was an old shrew who thought all aviators sports and their wives even worse, especially when both of them played cards and danced, and she admittedly "had looks". Mom Weaver came down and finally George came home before he had expected for he too, was homesick. I made Buddie all new sailor suits taking pride in the pants, and set of the collar, myself some individual dresses, and failed to furnish my salacious minded neighbor with a scandal, for which she forgave me.