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Clara was speaking: “So often Mama had told me that these things were just my imagination, but I knew differently that day. Sara was real.” Quickly, Clara changed the subject. “But it’s Huntsville the Tribune wants to hear about and not some four-year-old child dying of her appendix.”

Clara adjusted herself in her rocking chair, took one sip of lemonade and began again. Joan habitually glanced at her watch to see the time.

“We were on the verge of becoming another Ogden. Everyone talked about the jobs the military would be bringing in, not to mention the customers for the barbershop, and the restaurants, and the hotel. By this time, we even had a beauty salon, and I remember thinking how citified some of those women were, what with their colored nails, and all of them reading Look magazine beneath the dryers. Even the Emporium Theatre over on Main Street was getting the same movies they were showing over in Ogden. It was quite an exciting time for us . . . quite an exciting time.

“You know, Joanie,” Clara added as an afterthought, “if I ever get depressed or unhappy about something going wrong in Clara Cabot’s life, I often go there. Much of that time was simply wonderful.”