Nora was a Leatherberry sister of Marie, Charles, Embert and Everett.  She was the nurse of my mother in the time of sickness leading to death.  Nice woman.  Mother of Charles Miller, George, Ethel and the one in Cleveland that I can't recall her name.

Pearl was my Sunday School teacher when I was a little boy.  Poor teacher in a class but excellent teacher in his life. Pearl never saw anyone he didn't want to help.  He would leave his own farm work go to assist another.

Charles, one of his children who is now deceased and buried in Sunset Hills in Canton, was one of my ball playing friends and he caught some of the traits of his father as I have always said, if I were caught out on a muddy, hilly road 30 miles from nowhere at 12:00 P.M. at night stuck in the mud and needed help to get out, I would call Charles before anybody else as I knew he would come, without complaint, without a sermon on the imbecility of any fellow that would be out on such a road at such a time.  Charles, upon arrival, would be down on his back in the mud and grime fastening a tow line on my poor, tired old vehicle to get me out.  And he got that trait of character from my old Sunday School teacher, his father.

I have nice memories of Pearl and Nora.  I worked on the farm for them, cut corn, hauled in wheat and oats, made hay.  They were nice people.