Radio mirror (Jan-June 1948)

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y My father and mother — as well as a host of friends — had a hand in getting our house ready in time for the wedding. Dim-E ing magic. What happened to us was pure magic. A seaplane trip to Catalina, five days in Zane Grey manor, which is one of the most luxurious hotels in one of the most glamorous resort towns in the world, all sorts of trips and excursions absolutely free, because three friends, only one of whom I knew, decided that a dozen or so sorties onto unfriendly beaches rated one where the landing was unopposed. The member of the trio I knew was an old, old friend of mine, Mrs. B. F. Girard, who was my teacher in the fourth grade. She heard of our Heart's Desire from my mother, who was fretting about it, the way mothers fret about all of their children's unfulfilled hopes. My mother has three sons to fret about, my brother Jim (he is twenty, just a year younger than me, and he was in the Navy too) and Bill, (he is eighteen and just beginning college) so her fretting time is pretty well occupied. With a lot of help from Mary's folks and all of our friends, she and Dad had fretted us through our worst problems — ^how we could earn a Uving, so that we could get {Continued on page 65) £ST, in the mommg, over stations of the Mutual Broad«:asting System. T Best home in the world for us — Mary and I built it ourselves !