Chapter One — Times Ain’t Easy

Sept. 12, 1941

I was sitting in my office with the windows open to get a breath of fresh air when a little bird flew in. He flitted around lost for a few minutes before finding its way back out the window, with my help. Then I got to thinking what they say, that if a little sparrow bird flies into your house that there will be a death in the family within a year. Some sayings I hold true to, and some I don’t. With the trouble around here now, I believe there will be more deaths, so just in case, I am leaving a couple of lines blank below this so I can write in if anyone in the family dies in the next year.

© 1993

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