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From: David C. Madden
Sent: Sat 10 Apr 04
Subject: my mother and future letters-page use
Dear The New Yinzer,
As per my last, the letter(s) about the business with the
thermostat and the self-vomiting, I had a recent conversation
with my mother about how the information I provide to you in
these letters is information I don't provide to her, over the
phone. This conversation went, somewhat, like this:
She: How come you don't tell me what goes on in your life?
Me: What? What do you mean?
She: Well, like the throwing-up.
Me: How am I supposed to know that this is something worth
She: I don't know, but it's like I have to read those letters to
find out what my son is up to.
Me: Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Etc. On the one hand, it's nice to know that my mother continues
to read you every month, even when I haven't written anything but
a measley email (did I tell you about the time I got "measles" in
Boggle? I told this to a professor here and he responded with a
personal-best about twice as long; a word I can't remember but do
recall a latinate base with prefix(es) and suffix(es)
attached...I was chided and envious), but on the other hand, all
this correspondence and information may get out of control.
Which is to say: if my mother and I start using The New Yinzer's
letters page to tell each other the things we forget to or
somehow can't tell each other over the phone, I can't say it
would be a surprise. I can, however, apologize to you and your
readers in advance.
I'm facing a brick wall right now, in Love Library, with broken
headphones balanced delicately on my head. The brick's pattern
looks kinda like this:
I am procrastinating the beginning of a term paper on the
novella. If I am writing too often these days, it's because I
need the distraction and hope that it all corresponds to
honorable feelings of love and goodwill.
From: lois treloar
Sent: Sat 10 Apr 04
a fine poem - well written, evocative, with great imagery.
Sent: Sun 25 Apr 04
Subject: Ghost at the Heppenstall Steel Plant
The above article by Justin Wuycheck Issue 25 Aug. 2nd of the N.Y. Yinzer
I just found your magazine on this web site and it stuck home as my Father was killed on April 10th 1945. he was the master mechanic and asst to Ginger Trembath supt. of maintenance.
As there office was just off the forge shop it was quite noisy and due to the hammer strokes was a point of heavy vibration. As you left the office there was a set of R.R. tracks for the R.R. to back a flat car in and to be loaded with heavy forgings for various industries or the military.
Mt father never heard the cars and engine coming, it hit him and rolled him up,it was shortly after lunch and he lived until 9:00 that evening.
If you have an extra copy of this magazine or are able to photo copy it may I have a copy! You see the rest of the story is I was 14 my brother was 19 and in the Navy. He later rose to V.P. Production at Heppenstall Midvale and I went into sales at Heppenstall E. Brady Damon Div.
Raymond H. Ford
P.S My Father was James W. Ford and my Brother was James Mason Ford