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Did I tell you about when President Harding died? I was nine. August 1923. We lived on Flournoy Street. And the train with his body was going by on the freight line that ran north-south about Washtenaw Avenue.

Anyways, we were all going down to see it pass. But my father said, "I'll go down first to see what's going on." He came back and said, "The crowds are terrible. We'll just stay here in the yard and we'll be able to hear the train whistle." So we stayed in our yard and heard the whistle as the train went by.

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