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time to die there was no use fighting it. The anguish displayed by Fran was harder to bare. I gave her all the instructions I could think of. When she phoned Dr. Taylor, he asked her to call back in thirty minutes if I still had any pain. I then said call Dr. Byrne. While we waited the fifteen minutes it took for Byrne to arrive, I had a stiff drink of whiskey which I believe helped. After a careful examination and a hypodermic, Dr. Byrne called an ambulance. I asked him if I could have a cigarette and his expression communicated his thought, "The poor fellow may not make it, he may as well enjoy a smoke." The ambulance arrived with only one attendant, about eighteen years of age. Our next door neighbor, Rudolf Bergeron, came over and helped me into it. Just before the door closed I flipped away the last cigarette I have ever smoked. Dr. Byrne had called in Dr. Lake on the case. Lake met us at the former Naval hospital, loaned to the City of Gulfport by the federal government. It was a group of one-story frame buildings. I was placed in an oxygen tent and remained there for eight days with RNs in attendance around the clock. On the second or third day a Jesuit priest and good friend rushed into my room and stuck his head under the oxygen tent to hear my confession. I said, "Father, I have done nothing to be ashamed of, I'm not afraid to die, I have nothing to confess." I believe my friend was stunned. He slowly withdrew his head from the tent and made his exit from the room. A few months later I wrote a note thanking him for his concern. I feel sure that when he received my note he said a prayer that some day I would be saved. I have never lacked faith in God, I just never had any in religion. After a stay of twenty-one days in the hospital, I was allowed to leave. It was my desire to return to our home in the country once more, but I did not have the courage to hurt my mother, so we moved into her home for the first three months of my recovery. It made her very happy and we ali understood how much it meant to her to have us. I made up my mind not to worry about anything. We were not in debt and our home and land was paid for. The three months in Edgewater Park sharing the love of Fran, Mother, and the twins hastened my recovery. Not to mention Bob who rushed home to be with me until he was assured that I would recover. What a son!
I knew I had to find another way to earn a living so I kept Fran
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busy bringing books to and from the library. One day she found a little volume on how to start a small business, and there was one idea in the book that caught my interest. It concerned a photocopy shop. Having been an amateur photographer and being familiar with developing film and making prints, I realized that this ended my search for a business.
I had a solid base for conservatism, it being my belief that a true independent cannot be otherwise. Having cut his own path through the undergrowth of life, an independent abhors the weaklings who reach out for government aid, and the leeches who drain the life-blood'of the state! And the dupes who aid and abet the conspirators in their effort to destroy our republic and form an oligarchy! As far back as 1945, I realized that the Dean Rusks, General Marshalls, Oppenheimers, Baruchs, Hisses, Atchesons, Frankfurters, Lattimores, McNamaras, to mention a few who aided and abetted our enemy, the communists! Always under the direction of the international bankers!
I learned so much listenina to the Army-McCarthy trial in 1954 on the radio. Senator Joe McCarthy would have won handily if he had not been prevented from calling cabinet members to the witness stand by an Eisenhower gag order! This followed the testimony of a government witness when he stated that members of the president's cabinet met and planned the trial in order to destroy McCarthy! The communists won another victory over Senator Joe McCarthy when he suffered a mysterious death a year or so after the trial ended. His death put an end to the expose' of hard-core Communists in the high echelon of the government of the United States. What I heard, and learned during the trial made me prouder than ever of my father James True, Jr., for having been one of the patriots indicted in the phony sedition trial. They knew who our enemies were and had the fortitude to name them!
I spent May and June conducting a survey and discovered that there was a need for a first class blueprint and photocopy shop in Gulfport. I rented a room on the third floor of the old Fisher Building on Fourteenth Street, and began, with Fran's help to prepare for the installation of equipment needed. My brother Harry was in New Orleans at the time so we drove over and
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