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Almost every night we are entertained with huge electrical displays. Just not too comfortable. I hear that Cassoday received six inches of rain.

The big flood for Marion was in 1951. My children, Bud and Mary and I were returning from a trip to California. There was no way we could get to Marion. We could see big pieces of furniture, even refrigerators floating down the river near Florence. We returned to Peabody and the Slocombes took us in. The next morning we headed to Durham and could cross the water there, although we had to drive through it.

Thank goodness our county and city leaders put in a channel around Marion and the reservoir west of town.

It is 4 p.m. Friday and a train is blowing a whistle as it goes through town. That brings up a memory. My maternal grandfather was employed by the Missouri-Pacific Railroad. He got passes and took me and my sister, Faith on the train to Coffeyville where he lived. We must have been four and five. I wonder how Grandmother Portia liked that?

I'll bet the farmers are on pins and needles. I'm sure they don't want rain when they are ready to harvest.

The weathermen on TV are the stars now. They love to report the weather.

Some people in California have just discovered they have relatives in Kansas. Us, the McCulloughs (my maiden name). My Uncle Henry migrated with his family to The Dalles, Ore., way back when. We kept in touch a few years. In my teens I corresponded with my cousin, Melissa but that got lost as we had other interests. Maybe I'll learn something about her.

— NORMA HANNAFORD

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