A recently discovered box of my father's writings includes a bunch of diaries from 1918 or 1919 (he never used a blank diary until it was outdated and no longer able to be sold). He writes of his job in Philadelphia at the George W. Jacobs Bookstore. And he writes about the beautiful girl who worked there one Christmas - a girl who would later be my mother. He writes about the letters he got from H.Y.Otto, his former employer at the bookstore in Williamsport. He writes how H.Y. begged him to come back to manage the store and how H.Y.'s wife pushed her husband to offer my dad more money than he was making in Philadelphia.