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Waco

Dear Diary:
Gosh, oh my gosh! A delayed wire from George. He is due at Ashburn Field at dark. It is nearly dark now, and no supper ready for him, must turn on the lights [[margin?]] be sure my hair looks the way Geo. likes it/[[/margin?]] and make everything spell our love for him. ************
My husband is home, safe, a little ill looking, but he did a job he knew he had to do, Fly the ship back! That great big logey ship out of that little field, with the motor repaired under [[?]] breaking circumstances, farmers for auxiliary help when he needed skilled hands, tohelp him.
"C.D." said he could count the pilots on one hand with his fist closed that could have or would have done that.
Geo. had felt that I didn't need him, when I had my tonsils out without him with me, but the doctor told him I had called his name all the time I was coming out if the anesthetic. That proved he was part and parcel of my very being.....He is my life.

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So my diary reads. ************ ********
One hot night in August, when George opened his mail, he just stood, there, turned pale, and a check fell to the floor. I realized that George was in a spin and got him to sit down, before he fell down. The mail was a notice of the dissolution and surrender of the Weaver Aircraft Company. George jumped up abruptly from the davenport and said, "I'm all right." He picked the check up from the floor, and gave it to me. It was for a thousand dollars.(see picture) I don't believe, inspite of George's reactions, I realized quite the blow the final pay-off really was. I was too busy thinking that with one thousand dollars, we could routine Buddie's living and move out of the city, where he could have clean air/go to kindergarten the next year.