Walking the Stairway to Heaven

    When I was in high school I remember that Harry Bergman and Morris Kirby, whose parents let them hitchhike to Yellowstone National Park during the summer, would tell me how fun it was. That was in 1938, and they would get jobs, one of them cleaning cabins, and the other a bus boy at the restaurant. They really enjoyed their summer, and I remember wishing I could do something like that.  This column is going to be about someone who has traveled extensively during her years while in high school and at Illinois State University.

 

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