George Broos lived at a neighbor's house. He was about 19 years old.
I had a motorcycle. It was formerly a military motorcycle.
George took the motorcycle. He didn't ask. I didn't mind, but I got a big shock.
An Ohio State Patrolman woke me up, and told me that George got killed. He was crossing a railroad track, which was elevated. A car from the opposite direction hit him head on. The motorcycle was beyond repair.
I was fascinated by stories about Lassie. Lassie was a collie dog. Eric Knight wrote a book, Lassie Come Home, (1943)
https://us.macmillan.com/books/9780805072068/lassiecomehome
I bought a malamute dog, when I was a truck driver. A malamute is a sled dog, which pulls a sled. I took him home, and Andy was going to show the dog that he, Andy, was boss. It didn't work. The dog never did submit to his desires. This was one of a very few times, that Andy didn't get his way.
My mother's mother, Nerva Layne, was living with my mother. My mother had a job and went to work daily.
My grandmother had asthma. My grandmother died of an asthma attack while she was at home alone.
Asthma has reduced or total airflow stoppage in the lungs.
I witnessed other asthma attacks, which my grandmother had. It was horrible to hear and see her attacks. I can imagine the sounds and sights, when she died.
Asthma: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asthma
My great grandmother, Katherine Kaestner, fainted at a church harp performance. She'd get carried away, and pass out.
She quit her normal routine, quit eating and drinking, and went to bed. In about two weeks, she died.
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I was in the Army at Ft. Eustis Virginia. I would go to Richmond, Virginia on week ends and holidays. We would go to the USO and other things. My wife and her close friend went to the USO also. I took my wife's friend, my future wife, and some other girls to my wife's friend, Gaynelle's home, from the USO. Gaynelle told my future wife that she wasn't interested in me. After that, my future wife Mary, started sitting next to me in the car. Mary called me at Ft. Eustis and told me that her boss told her to call me and get straightened out, because I was affecting Mary's behavior. The call was announced at my whole company's group, standing in formation at our company. Mary's mother helped Mary to get permission to get married.
June 27, 1953 we were married at Resurrection Lutheran church in Richmond, Virginia. Mary's sister and her husband stood with us at our wedding. There were flowers at the ceremony, because another wedding was scheduled shortly after our wedding.
Sixty nine years after the wedding: My wife waits on me hand and foot. She puts drops in my eyes. If I had not married a teen ager, I might not have someone to help me now.
