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The local "fancy grocer" converted a nearby big house into a TEA ROOM. I was asked to be a Hostess from noon until five p.m. This included lunch for me and Buddie home from kindergarten and the yard for playtime. The office gal at the Grocery Ethel from Indiana lived at our house. This whole arrangement enabled me to visit George in the hospital each evening. The early summer weather was so cold that the pilots would come over and make a wood fire in the furnace. George passed his 29th. birthday, June 14, 1924 in the hospital. Buddie's lymph glands were swollen. George could breathe only in a small area of his lungs. He insisted, after two bad spells when I thought he was gone, that we have Buddie's tonsils out the coming Sunday. 
Buddie screamed coming out of the ether, George heard it, moaned for the first time, in all his terrible suffering. The next day he wanted me to stay with him at night. I had been coming on the train each afternoon after work. The next afternoon we took George home. Tuesday morning I phoned for Weavers to come.