Clark and Jeanie drove it to New York for us. They got stuck
in a big snowstorm in Ohio and I left by Greyhound to meet them. The
bus got stuck in Erie, Pa. and we had to walk the last quarter mile
to a train station. After a long wait I was able to get a train to
Cincinnati, Ohio. They were about fifty miles to the west of there in
a motel. I stayed in a hotel for two days and we talked back and
forth by telephone. The parking lot outside my hotel room was full of
cars with nothing showing but the aerials. Finally traffic started to
move again and they were able to come ahead and pick me up. We got
stuck again in Fredonia, N.Y. by a two foot snowfall and had to spend
the night in a tourist home as all the roads were closed. The next
morning we struggled for hours to got the car out of the parking lot
and were able to get the rest of the way home. In those days there
was very 1ittle snow removal equipment and these were hard trips to
make.
In 1954 we were painting a house on North Main St. when my father
complained about chest pain, but for more than an hour he kept going
up and down the ladder holding his chest. Finally he said he couldn't
work anymore and was going to drive to the drugstore for something to
cure indigestion. After about fifteen minutes we heard the ambulance
and feared it might be for him. The phone rang in the house and the
lady came out to tell us my father had been taken to the hospital
with a heart attack.
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