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Roger William
Terwilliger
Born in 1918
DeKalb Illinois
Lived in DeKalb until he retired at 62
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I was around twelve years old. Swanson's had a rhubarb patch
behind their house on Locust Street. With nothing better to do,
CarlSwanson and I were breaking off the stalks ... they were
about 8 inches ... and we were throwing them at nothing in particular.
 Harold
Lee had a 38 Ford touring car. It was a two seater with a windshield
that folded flat down against the hood. We thought he was strange
because he liked girls ... he was in his twenties. It was too
good of a target to pass up. I don't remember who thrrew it,
if it was Carl or me. We let it loose and it flew like a helicopter
... it alsmost seemed like it was slow motion. We watched it
go like a propeller right at him, it hit him right across his
eyes. He threw his hands up and lost control of the car, it went
off the street and right up on Lefty Harrison's front steps.
We found out later there was no lasting damage. He never knew
what hit him.
Carl and I took off through his backyard
toward Lincoln Highway like bats out of hell. It was about two
blocks. Carl was never very fast and I was the fastest kid in
school, but I couldn't catch Carl that day!
When we hit the highway we pulled up short
into a casual wal, hands in our pockets and acted like we'd been
up there the whole time. No one ever did catch us.
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