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TACOMA MAN HAPPY WITH SMASHED DOOR
STATE FARM
INSURANCE
Last year he saved S37 by insuring with State Farm, "Fine," said his brother-in-law,
"but what happens if you have a claim?" So he's been wondering. Now his
claim's been paid so fast and fairly he knows State Farm was a good deal in
every way. Low rates for careful drivers so low that one car owner out
of two may save $10, $20, $30 or more. More full-time agents and salaried
claims men than any other company to give you "hometown service" wher
ever you drive. No wonder six million car owners have chosen State Farm,
and made us for nineteen years straight the world's largest car insurer! I
YOU DON'T GIVE UP PROTECTION TO GET STATE FARM'S LOW RATES! j
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Granddaddy was a failure.
When he died, he left
nothing much more than a
roof over my grandmother's
head. And he died far from
the roots of his birth, far
from those who had known
him for very long.
He started out as a teacher
in a hill-country school.
Grandmother was one of his
pupils. But they couldn't live
on a teacher's salary, so
he turned to storekeeping.
I suspect Grandmother was
the real guiding force, though
Granddaddy sometimes went
to market without her and
sold shoes and managed the
grocery department and
worked long hours. I don't
remember him in the days
of his wedding picture with
the thick mustache and the
wavy brown hair. When I met
Granddaddy, he was bald, but
the brown eyes Grandmoth
er loved were still bright
and the chuckle was still
contagious and the heart
grew larger with the years.
Granddaddy lost the store
to those who took advantage
of his heart and chuckle and
never paid him their bills.
He lost the family home and
the building. He and Grand
mother moved to our town
and started over again at
retirement age.
That was a mistake, too.
Granddaddy opened a little
loan company. He was eager
to lend money to the unfor
tunate, unpractically reluc
tant to ask for it back again.
He couldn't bear to collect
on a loan, so he didn't.
When he died, the loan
company was a frail wraith.
The old car which ran like a
wheezy sewing machine was
sold, and the debts were
paid with the family's help.
Of the two, my grand
mother was the more unfor
gettable. A long time goes
by without anyone in the
family even mentioning
Granddaddy's name. Then
perhaps someone recalls how
life defeated him and how
little he complained.
He was gentle and pep
pery and happy, even in hu
' miliation. He was a simple
man, Granddaddy.
If this is failure, it cannot
be so bad.