This dredged up a memory.... my turn.
Outside of Philadelphia, PA.... Collingsdale I think.... I was working with the local pioneer dude that everyone worshipped. I was maybe 10 or 11.... we go door to door all morning, doing our thing. It was my turn, I ring the bell. No answer.... the pioneer opens the screen door and beats on the door hard. We hear a lady say she is coming, to hold our hourses. She opens the door, she is maybe 85 or 90... skinny and frail, you know the skeletons-with-skin-type. I do my thing perfectly, and she says ok, she had to go get her purse. We are waiting, and hear a THUMP, then a scream with some moans. He asked if everything was ok, she screams some more. We go inside the house, there she is laying on the floor still screaming. He called whoever you called then for an ambulance (pre-911 service) and by the time they got there, she was dead. I knew she quit screaming and I was glad.... I figured she fainted or something.
And you guessed it.... after all of the hubbub was over with, we went on and finished the block.
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