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don't bite off words, and speak moderately at all times. I used my higher pitched tone at all times, even when we were alone in the truck. In fact, after awhile, it became difficult to drop my voice. After about the fifth gas stop, I had enough confi- dence to get out of the truck and use the ladies rest room.

After another stretch of driving, I woke John and I went in the back for a rest. I was quite tired but yet, I couldn't fall asleep. I just laid there thinking what a wonderful time I was having. When I went in the back, I took off my wig and my suit. Jean took the wig up front and touched it up. This was the only thing I didn't feel at ease about, my wig. It really looked quite nice but I was in a constant dither about it slipping or something as horrible. I felt strange when I had to take it off when I laid down, or changed a dress.

Sunday was rather uneventful, though we did stop at a rest area about 150 miles west of St. Louis. We had a leisurely meal, changed our clothing took some pictures and headed for San Antonio. The wind really made driving difficult. When we were about 150 miles from San Antonio, we thought some- thing was wrong with the trailer. The wind was still rather stiff but we were being buffeted around a great deal more than was warranted. I was happy that we planned taking a days rest at San Antonio. John did fine pulling the trailer but couldn't pos- sibly back it into any tight places, so naturally I had to do it. The people at the park were quite surprised when they saw a woman backing a large trailer into the parking space. John felt a little foolish but took it good naturedly. While Jean and I got the trailer in order, John crawled underneath to see why we had been swaying so much. He discover- ed that the front spring, on both sides was being held on the axel by just the main leaf! No wonder we were swaying. We borrowed the telephone book, and found a place to fix it next morning. We cleaned

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