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Mr. Ford's house; the vanilla caramels with nuts, that he used to buy, "just to see me laugh", the dinners and music with Smith's; Bill Long the financial helper, Clarence's death; the joy of knowing Mildred and Gerald; George flying at the Berea Fair, where Buddie and I had to leave the "notables" in the grandstand, just when George dove down in front of [[strikethrough "them"]] the grandstand; the corn roasts on the beach at Brown's lovely lake shore home.... that awful pumpkin pie; the waitress in the hotel that called muffins, "mufferts", now we are over the cottage and the farms. My first experience in helping to cook for the thrashers; the first time I saw a calf born and learned the difference between hay and wheat. The city gal in the country. The wild rabbit we raised.

Buddie is cutting out pictures. I brought along some magazines, scissors and paste. He wants to find a picture in the advertisements that look like "Daddy." I have yet to see a picture of an aviator in any magazine but an aviation mag. Well, imagine my Mother helping her son cut out any pictures 5000 ft. up in the air, when he was four years old. Someday, George and I may be sitting in the cabin with our grandchildren, while Buddie flies us across the ocean into a crowded terminal in Europe. Maybe pilots will get home in time for supper, and do their ground flying at home rather than the field. 

Here is Cleveland. One hanger like the ad in Aero Digest. Not Canvas either. Two De Havilands are flying alongside us. They seem fast and small compared to this big heavy ship.

Bet I could reach out and touch the edge of the soot that hangs over the city. We can see the city though. In Chicago, the Wrigley tower is all that sticks out through the soot. It was in Cleveland that George was given carte blanche to land anywhere that seemed necessary. He had found it necessary to land in one of the parks,