|
If you have lived in Crane a long time you will find that where ever you go you are likely to meet someone who lives in Crane or who used to live here. We were sitting on a concrete bench on the Canadian side of Nigara River watching the falls. A young soldier came by in uniform, who turned out to be R. E. Mason from Crane. A big visit ensued. Lately he told me (he still lives in Crane) that the Turkish earthquake brought him memories. He was there for some time. He says the Nation of Turkey is right over and in the area of the worst fault in the whole earth with the possible exception of Mexico City. He agreed with the news media that the buildings are poorly built and not surprised at the casualties in their recent quake. We drove miles to get up the Alcan Highway to Fairbanks, Alaska. We were parking in a City Park when Mable and Wayne Brown from Crane walked up. They were in a pickup camper. I went with Neal Cook to a Cotton Bowl Game. We went to the game with his sister and her husband from Ft. Worth. I saw out of the corner of my eye Mr. and Mrs. Roy Moore and Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Todd, all from Crane. I put my arm around Neal's sister (an old friend) and sat up close. I know they thought I had brought a strange woman to the game. |