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  1. Luther had been home from the war nearly four months, now and he works at the Carnation Milk plant in Mt Vernon where his wife Jenny also works. This morning he was in the Miller café next door to the post office waiting for the mail to be put in the boxes. Sitting across from him in the same booth was his old friend, Fred Hill. They were discussing the war which was still going on in the Pacific Theatre. Recruiting posters still lined the walls of the little café wanting young boys to spend a little time with Uncle Sam. Fred had not been in the service, because when the war was started in 1941his parents had been in very bad health; his dad with a bad heart, his mom with Cancer and both at the same time. He was needed at home to care for them and also run the farm. His parents had since died and the farm was left to him an only child and his wife Maggie. When Luther, Fred's best friend since childhood had flown their B-17, and when the bodies of the Hobbs boys and Billie Martin had been shipped home, and when Perry came home with hooks where his hands should have been, Fred couldn't help but feel guilty. He felt he hadn't done his part for the war effort and in his own eyes, he was diminished. But today, it was Luther who seemed depressed, Fred asked him what was bothering him. "You seem down in the dumps today Luther" Fred said, " I can't even begin to figure what would be bothering you, you came through the war without a scratch, you got a beautiful wife and a baby on the way, you got a good job, so what's the problem buddy. Jenny's mother is in bad shape, said Luther. "We are going to have to take her in and with a baby coming we don't have room." Can't you just build a new room on?, asked Fred. "No lumber available", said Luther, I've tried Mt. Vernon Springfield, Joplin and there won't be any more shipments for the duration of the war. Have you tired Will's saw Mill, Yeah he just got Oak and we can't build a whole room out of Oak and its green and it will take to long to dry out and the baby will be here in August. Mail's up let's go get it. The two young men left the café and when on to the post office next door. Buford Patten the postmaster, had just raised the door to the service window, signaling that the mail was in the boxes. Luther and Fred retrieved their mail and left--Luther back to work at Mt. Vernon and Fred back to the farm. That evening Fred finished the milking and sat down on the front porch with Maggie. "Days getting longer. " he said. "Man can almost get a half day more work done after Five O'clock with the sun staying up". "Better put your Pa's car up", said Maggie, "Radio says rain tonight". Fred's father had bought a new 1941 Ford just before his first heart attack, didn't get to use it hardly any, and now its Fred's. He had built a new garage just for it just before Christmas. and tonight he congratulated himself on getting it built before the lumber ran out. He didn't even know it had until Luther told him this morning. Fred drove the car into the new garage and latched the door. He walked around the house to the front porch and all of a sudden there was a feeling nagging in his mind, but he couldn't define it. He shook it off and sat on the porch with Maggie until darkness fell. They could see the heat lightning in the West, the beginning bringing the rain he needed for his crops. The wind started to rise a little as they went into the house to listen to the news of the war on the radio. That was all they had. and then shortly went to bed. The next morning, Fred again drove his pickup into Miller for the mail. The air was fresh and clear now after the good rain last night. The sun was shinning and it felt good shinning done on him. When he reached the café Luther was there ahead of him still looking worried. Still haven't located any lumber, I guess?. Nope, I have asked everybody at work and nobody knows of any. I don't know what we will do. Now that nagging thought inside Fred's mind defined itself. "I found you some lumber buddy so you can quit worrying. Luther's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "You did, but where". Fella I know, and he will let you have it all for free, you bein' a veteran and all. He doesn't seem to want you to know who he is, so I'll have to haul it in for you. It's good lumber, fir and pine, cut to different lengths and got the nails already in it, but that's no problem. I tell you what, you go ahead and get your foundation fixed and I will bring you a pickup load everyday and help you build it. We will have it done before the baby gets here. Luther said, "Now that's a real friend for ya". Luther got the foundation dug and poured by hand and told Fred to bring on the first load. Fred said, "I will bring the first load of lumber and be there about the time you get off work. The two men worked until dark every evening and sometimes Maggie would come to and her and Jenny would set and Nit and quilt. Over the next few weeks the room took shape and then the shingles were put on. He gave me the shingles to, yep same fellow, Luther turned his head upwards and thank God for this blessing and told Fred to thank his friend also. It was done, the ladies fixed up the room inside and moved Jenny's mother in. The men went back to finishing up what was left. At supper Luther told Jenny he would like to do something for Fred helping and hauling it over here. Jenny said, "Maggie likes those big wooden lawn chairs like Aunt Birdie has on her lawn, so we can get them a pair of them". The next Saturday Luther went a picked up the chairs and headed out to Fred and Maggie's farm. No one was a home, so Luther decided to drive around the house where Fred's new garage was except the garage was gone. All that was left was the concrete. Luther took the chairs back around front and put them on the porch and drove back home with big tears dropping off his cheeks. He knew what happened to the wood and where it came from. The two men are now in their mid- seventies and are still the best of friends. Neither one ever spoke a word of the incident. True friendship can sometimes go to great lengths to help when someone is in trouble or in dare need. There doesn't have to be any recognitions or thank you's offered. As you see here Fred had the nagging thought to help, and Luther didn't need to know who did it just that someone thought enough to do it for him.
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