An excerpt from one of Ernie's columns about Aunt Mary:
Winter 1944-45
Hoosier Vagabond
by Ernie Pyle
"She doesn't take after her nephew"
Aunt Mary is almost 79, and her spirit is boundless. She goes all day long, like a 16-year-old. She cooks the meals, cleans the house, works in the garden, does the washing for two or three families, goes to her club meetings and to church, does things for the neighbors, and never finds time to sit down.
I was amused at a letter that came from her the other day. One of our neighbors, Mrs. Howard Goforth, came down with a violent rheumatism.
So Aunt Mary drove over and put hot cloths on her for several hours, got noontime dinner for the farm hands, did the weekly washing, and then got supper ready for them before she came home for her own evening chores.
Next day a blizzard was on. The ice was so thick she didn't dare take the car out of the garage. The snow on the roads was two feet deep and it was bitter cold.
So what did Aunt Mary do? She just bundled up and walked three-quarters of a mile over to Goforths, worked all day, and then walked back in the evening through the snow. She sure doesn't take after her nephew.
An excerpt from one of Ernie's columns about Aunt Mary:
Winter 1944-45
Hoosier Vagabond
by Ernie Pyle
"She doesn't take after her nephew"
Aunt Mary is almost 79, and her spirit is boundless. She goes all day long, like a 16-year-old. She cooks the meals, cleans the house, works in the garden, does the washing for two or three families, goes to her club meetings and to church, does things for the neighbors, and never finds time to sit down.
I was amused at a letter that came from her the other day. One of our neighbors, Mrs. Howard Goforth, came down with a violent rheumatism.
So Aunt Mary drove over and put hot cloths on her for several hours, got noontime dinner for the farm hands, did the weekly washing, and then got supper ready for them before she came home for her own evening chores.
Next day a blizzard was on. The ice was so thick she didn't dare take the car out of the garage. The snow on the roads was two feet deep and it was bitter cold.
So what did Aunt Mary do? She just bundled up and walked three-quarters of a mile over to Goforths, worked all day, and then walked back in the evening through the snow. She sure doesn't take after her nephew.
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