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By Pauline Presley Ye gads, I'm 31 as of today. (I would have said years but that’s 865 days multiplied by 31 and the thought of it makes me so weary I cain’t git outa my rockin’ chair!) They say I was born (normal, huh?) in what used to be called The Old Hotel Building which used to stant where the Wilkins garage stands today. The earliest thing I remember is being carried by my father, (I couldn’t have been very old be cause my mother was carrying my brother Frank) and they had some sort of blanket tucked around and over and about me but I managed to get one eye out from under the cover. We were walking on the south end of Cobden, on a very old street, and I saw a patch of blue sky and wild cherry blossoms frothing against it. I tried to wrig gle my head from the blanket but my father insisted I keep covered up, and all the while I was trying to tell him about the blossoms), and I remember distinctly not being, able to know any words to say and the feeling of being cramped and held down, and that feeling has never left me most of my life. My next door neighbor just came over and said, “You mean someone is really interestdd in read ing how you feel?” Well, I don’t know. I think all people who are 31 have aproxi mately the same fears and feelings and when they read of someone who is the same, being 31 seems
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Cobden Review
Cobden, Illinois, US
Thu, Jul 26, 1956
Page 5
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