This page seems to have been torn from a notebook and possibly fits into a journal. It is unfinished as I have it.
Perhaps I should start out with about the time my brother Harry passed away. We worked together & were very close.
Our business was pretty slow & Harry went to help Art (another brother) for a couple weeks. The scaffold gave way on day when he was working on the house & he broke his ankle. His ankle swelled so bad they couldn’t set it right away. He was laid up for about six months & I’m sure the loss of income was rough on him & also his family. Finally they took the cast off, but the pain was still there. He started back to work for me, but you could tell the pain was almost more than he could bear (sic). About a couple of weeks after he started to work, he had a stroke while waiting in like at a wedding reception. He continued to have additional strokes & the 2nd nite(sic) he passed away.
It has been a long time since my Dad passed away & Harry passing really hit me hard. At this same time I had been holding open house on a new home across from the one I finished to move into for a year & one half without any results & I felt things couldn’t get much worse.
With the persuading of some of the members in our ward & I think. . .
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