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were about the same age of me if they'd walk with them over to see me, so they left their horse and buggy tied to the fence at their Uncles and Irene and Eran came with them. So we went in the kitchen and made molasses candy and that was the kind you pulled and it would be white and solid after pulling it back and fourth for a short time and was real good. I still believe I could make it if I tried. You'd put 4 cups of molasses in a big iron skillet, put a half cup of vinegar, a half cup of butter and when the syrup came to a sizzling foam you'd take it off from the fire and put a big pinch of cooking soda in it then beat it for about five minutes, then pour into a buttered platter or two and when it was cool enough to handle you'd take a handful and start pulling it. When the young folks would have what they called candy pulling parties. Some of the mischievous boys would get some pulled and then put it around one of the girls necks and then that did cause a wronatanale. The girls trying to get him back used to have a lot of fun if it did cause a mess some times. Well to go back to my story about the night Willie and Scott brought the girls over to my house, he asked me if I'd walk with them to take Irene and Eran back home and then he said we'll bring you back in the buggy so I went with them and Scott had on Willie's over coat. So we were walking along, Willie on one side and Scott on the other, so I ran my hand in his overcoat pocket and I said Oh boy! that's good and warm. Well I just shouldn't have said anything because all the way back Willie had very little say and from then on I never had a word from him for two weeks so he finally couldn't stand it any longer so on a Sunday afternoon he came to see me and I asked him what in the world went wrong? and he started telling me about me putting my hand in Scott's overcoat pocket. So from then on I had to be on my P's & Q's. He was so jealous and I wasn't any better. One day a few years ago before Della came to stay I was lying on the couch wide awake and looked & Willie was standing in the door way dressed in his pretty blue suit, his shoes shining as he always had them when he went to church or any where and he had his Stetson hat on and when I looked he was gone. "Oh!" you don't know how I felt. If I could have just loved him once more. I've had that same thing happen several times but not all in the same way. He may have been watching me and will tell me when we meet again as he used to when we were young. I can tell you now, jealousy is an awful enemy.
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