We had a bad snow storm.
Donald Lutes was older and David Lutes was younger than me.
Their father was overseas and their mother was expecting.
Dad knew the boys shouldn't walk home from school all alone.
(I'm not sure where I was that day. We were living with my grandparents.)
He went up to the school.
Through the storm, Dad carried David, while Donald walked beside him.
They went down Magnetic Hill, walked in the Charles Lutes Road, and then across to Elmer Lutes' on Ryan Road.
Their mother met them at the door, and she said,
"I wondered how the boys were going to get home."
Dad did stuff like that.
- Mom
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