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mountains all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Sometimes, on early summer evenings, my mother would arrange to have dinner early so that we could go out for a ride in the automobile. With the help of the gardener my father would put the top down and after long ^efforts with the wheel crank crossed out: ing the motor was started and the car could be brought around to the porte cochère. Wearing a ^long pongee coat my mother would come out and take her place on the back seat and we would move cautiously out onto Sheridan Road, sounding the horn in case a bicycle or belated delivery cart might be coming. Once headed west^ward we were soon at the edge of the Skokie, the oaks & elms of the North Shore were behind us and the ^darking prairie stretched out before us on either side of the little dirt road, under all the silent glory of the sunset.