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LOL! No, sir. She calls one of her sons to come over to change the bulb in the "ice box".
Courage, obviously, comes in all shapes and sizes. *smiles*
I did ask her though, if I could share some of this with you all ... as I have told her all about y'alls and all about y'alls' alls. She is fine with it ... though she wondered, "why would anybody be interested in this stuff so long ago?!"
Ordinary people ... rising to the cause. Amazing.
Along with letters, my M-i-l saved other interesting items as well ... like this from an article in Life magazine:
In a hospital for the war wounded;
"Hope and company had worked and gradually they got the leaden eyes to sparkling, had planted and nurtured and coaxed laughter to life ... Finally it came time for Frances Langford to sing.
The men asked for 'As Time Goes By' ... she got through eight bars and was into the bridge, when a boy with a head wound began to cry. She stopped, and then went on, but her voice wouldn't work anymore ... and she finished the song whispering and then she walked out, so no one could see her, and broke down.
The ward was quiet and no one applauded. And then Hope walked into the aisle between the beds and he said seriously, 'Fellows, the folks at home are having a terrible time with eggs. They can't get any powdered eggs at all!! They've got to use the old-fashioned kind that you break open.'
There's a man for you --- there really is a man."