There are many ways to lose a child, and none of them is merciful. But like all unbearable things it can be borne, and in the weeks before Christmas 1938, the Pullmans were learning how.
Ernie, their oldest boy, had turned fifteen in August and was in his next to last year of high school. There would be little money to send him to college, but he was smart and studied hard. He hoped for a scholarship.
But he didn't count on it. He didn't count on anything. That was why he also worked at Virgil's Furnace.
Ernie had started with Virg as a boy, looking over the