After a picnic dinner in the shade of the trees in the back yard, steps needed to be taken to find places to sleep. Ordinarily the bedrooms would have been fine, but there was no breeze and the temperature in them was above 90 degrees. So blankets were folded into mats and laid on the porch. Pillows were found for heads both large and small and ultimately quiet reigned. I went to sleep with thoughts of that wheel rolling down the road.
Mother learns to drive and a fox hunt is staged for our benefit.
Read all about it in next month's Gazette. When I was a little boy, I was fortunate to live between two very interesting families. Some are not, but it was my good fortune to live and learn that in a practical situation. I lived on the northwest edge of the Short North, and next door, on the north side of our home, lived a family of deaf mutes. What that means is that none of the three people who lived there could hear or speak.