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lights had quit, he offered to escort us the remaining five or six miles home to Stur eon. Dad assured him that there , ,

Our sister, Lorraine, on the right, stands in front of

our “Tin Lizzie” with her school friend Peggy Stewart.

was no need to do that because we had a

flashlight, and it was a bright, moonlit night. “Are you sure you’ll be all right?” he