A thunderstorm had swept through during the night, eliminating any chance of field work. The men made quick work of chores, and Mom fixed a hearty breakfast. Soon we all piled in our ’57 Ford Fairlane. Darlene and Dorothy and the boys crowded into the back. I sat between Mom and Dad in the front. Dad at the wheel, we headed for Huron. Forty miles away, it offered an array of stores just right for school shopping.
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