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- ("One winter morning in 1931, I came down to breakfast--and found the table empty. It was cold outside. The worst blizzard on record had paralyzed the city. No cars were out. The snow had drifted up two stories high against our house, blackening the windows. "Daddy, what's happening?" I asked. I was six years old. Gently, Dad told me our fuel and food supplies were exhausted...")