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chicken. When it was done she would pack it in a big pail along with other delicacies, and we'd go down to the station proudly carrying the pail between us.
We would be scrubbed and dressed in our very best, and be waiting there as the train pulled in. Then when Dad got his orders from the station-master, he'd swing off the train, and we'd open up the lunch and help him eat it. If the station-master didn't happen to be around, Dad would take us for a ride on his engine. We were wonderful friends, my father and I — and still are to this day. He never comes to see me without bringing some little token of love, if it's only a sack of fruit.
This same bond exists between Wally and Carol Ann. And when Wally wanted to fly her down to Palm Springs I was delighted. I recalled how thrilled I was when my Dad took me for rides in his i train engine. And I wanted to see Carol Ann have that same wonderful understanding with her Daddy as I had with mine. There is no greater thing in the world.
Carol is drawn to me by the tenderest of bonds. She is a priceless legacy left from my mother's halfsister, and lifelong playmate, Juanita. As she, a young woman in her early thirties, lay on her death-bed, she whispered that she
Heap big chief, and papoose. After seeing "Viva Villa," Carol Ann wanted to play Indian. The Beerys have a Mexican sunroom, so with a couple of Indian blankets, Wally and Carol had a perfect setting
wanted to leave something to me — it was her dearest possession, her baby Carol Ann, then nine months old. Carol Ann had two brothers —George now twelve years old and Billy six, who live with their grandmother, but who often come to play with their little sister.
The day after Juanita's funeral, I had a talk with her husband. I pointed out that raising a little girl alone was a great responsibility. Without even saying a word to Wally, I told him that I would raise Carol Ann, and showed him a letter wherein her mother requested I do so. He agreed that perhaps it was best that I should raise, educate and give her a real mother's
Carol Ann's a great talker. Here is her Daddy making an electrical recording of one of her very first speeches. It was a good speech, too, says Wally
care.
Wally and I were in the midst of remodeling our
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