Lee had a series of freak accidents. One night he was driving out toward Hibbard, on icy roads. The car ahead of him made a U turn in the middle of the road and Lee hit him. Lee was cited for driving too fast under the road conditions. That was unfair, you shouldn’t make U Turns on a main road.
After the Basketball season was over, Jess and I had gone bowling. Lee went to the church to play volleyball with his friends. He fell down and shattered his wrist so Bennet Orr took him to the hospital. After Dr. Hoffman set the wrist, he thought Lee should stay in the hospital overnight. Dr. Hoffman told Lee he would phone and tell us, so we wouldn’t worry. When we got home from bowling, checked the boys and Lee wasn’t home. I never slept a wink and I was about frantic by morning. I debated about calling the police but the voice within me said he is alright. Early the next morning, I phoned Bennet and ask if he knew where Lee was. The Dr. had tried to phone us until 11:00 and then given up and gone to bed.
Lee had played football, basketball and baseball, did track and had never been hurt. Then he went to the church for a fun game of volleyball and shattered his wrist. It seemed every time Lee turned around that summer he was hurt. He was cutting grain along the fence between us and the neighbors field a piece of barbwire came loose and flipped up and severely cut his face.
When Lee went to Denver to Automotive school, he batched with a group of boys from this area. In the second letter he wrote home he said, “I didn’t know food cost so much and that clean clothes didn’t grow on hangers.” I have learned that your sons do not really appreciate what you do for them until they move away from home.
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