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And we continue with our American stories.

And now we bring you the story of Edie Hand, a friend of ours whose life, while it was shaped by both

a lot of love, but as you're about to hear, a whole lot of loss, here's Edie.

It was a setting in northwest Alabama, just like in a novel.

A sister's love for these three young boys, David, Terry, and Philip.

Every afternoon after school, we would get off our school bus and run inside and get us a do-dad cookie and head to the barn. I would saddle up my

horse. My horse was named Trigger and I named it Trigger because of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.

David would saddle up his horse named Spotting Clown because he loved the Long Ranger and Tonto.

And then Philip, now he saddle up his horse named Spotted Clown because he loved the Long Ranger and Tonto. And then Philip, now he saddle up his horse. He had a little Shetland pony and he named his horse Polly because he was in love

with our Avon lady. And then there was Philip. He was just too small to have his own horse so I would

throw him on the back with me.

We would head to the Indian mounds, and on our property we had about 40 acres, and we would get to the top of the mounds.

And it was really a wonderful place to lie down, let the horses wander around, and we would start talking

about our dreams. Now, David, he was going to be a race car driver. He was a great talker,

and he was really funny. He would turn his hat around backwards,

and he would get his pocket knife out and start cutting holes in his hat all the time,

making them bigger and pull his curls through it.

And he would pick up a pine cone

and start saying,

Oh, here comes Ruth Magoo down the road.

He has one kid.

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