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     lights had quit, he offered to escort us the 
     
     remaining five or six miles home to 
     
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     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