{"id":160,"date":"2010-10-09T04:55:20","date_gmt":"2010-10-09T11:55:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=160"},"modified":"2010-10-09T04:55:20","modified_gmt":"2010-10-09T11:55:20","slug":"gone","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=160","title":{"rendered":"GONE"},"content":{"rendered":"

GONE<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The times are gone when the car would break down and father and son would push it home if they could not repair it on the road.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Electricity was a miracle. Even that was minimal. The family displayed the stars and stripes every holiday.<\/p>\n

Father wore hats, feared nature but felt he had a fair deal in terms of the world. Mother prayed to a crucifix on the bureau. She prayed for everyone she knew.<\/p>\n

\u00a0The picture of the pope was hung above the picture of the president. On another wall was a crucifix, in whose hollow body was stored, the things the priest would use to bless the soul\u2019s departure.<\/p>\n

No one in that house died alone.<\/p>\n

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