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June 23 - 1990
This hot weather brings back old memories of the old days. I've heard Mrs. Hover my (mother-in-law) tell about how hot it was back in the 1890ties when so many people were falling out with heat strokes. One day Mr. Charlie Miller (Horace's daddy) was pitching hay up into the hay loft to my daddy and he was pitching it back to me as I was stomping it down and pushing it back as far as I could get it to make room for several more loads and all of a sudden I heard some thing go "plunk" and it was my daddy, he had a stroke and fell out of the hay loft into the wagon load of hay, so for one good thing he wasn't hurt in anyway. He was as limp as a dishrag and didn't know anything all that day or the next so they sent for Emma as she was as good as any doctor those days and then he started to speak a few words and begun to come to. I've seen Emma put one of those old thick cotton shirts over his chest and in no time it would be soaking wet with saliva. I'll never know to this day how Mr. Miller carried him to the house by himself, as my daddy weighed around two hundred pounds and Mr. Miller was just a tall slender man. I doubt if he weighed over a hundred and forty pounds. So that was the last stroke he had. He had three more after.
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