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Sam was working against the day of financial mergers and he was not going to be soaked up in the sponge, nor did he like the looks of things that pointed to the government controlling aviation, there by snuffing out the individual who had the guts to create a private industry. This in turn provided employment for hundreds of men by the money that would be spent in his OWNED Company. When government controlled business, he felt that would be the death of the democracy. The motivating force of mankind, being to leave part of himself in the world through his work, would be killed before it could crawl. Sam and George were building AMERICA as well as WACOS, which were the modus operundi for selling America! American democracy was the way to make sure that our children, the children of our "lost generation" would not have to go to WAR to FINISH what we had to call "quits" on, just short of settling things for a long period of years. (Often I think now of the vision that young man had, the talks we had that nourished body and soul.)

I had felt a bit squeamish on our trip west, smell of smoking and about food. Decided it was excitement and change of water. Returning home, I was not well, with pains in my right lower abdomen. Decision was appendicitis, disputed as the white cell blood test unknown then. The fear of rupture was agitated so I decided to have the operation, January 1926. Sam was frightened, "I wait for you all these years" he began but I stopped him laughed him out of it, thinking an appendectomy was serious. His heart was as tumultuous as the day he arrived in Winston Salem. He isnsisted on watching the operation, sure it was not my appendix (I never knew he had to be revived during the operation. When I came to, I was told he had gone home.) Edna Goembel was in the hospital having her son. I wished I were having Sam's son, since I had to be there.