Her mother died Saturday. In the months before Pearl Harbor we played together at Luther Parker's newer place (not new), on the highway south of Heavener, with another cousin who has been dead for years now, although younger than us. Several years ago she was already the only one who could identify people in 1930s photographs. "Oh, that's Hess!" Of course, it was Hester. So now there is absolutely no one else alive who remembers those months in 1941. I don't want to put her name here. At least there are many who will remember her for a very long time.
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