This book is dedicated to the memory of the hundreds of innocent children who died suddenly and unexpectedly alongside my relative, Shirley Lataine Parchman McQuaid. Her story, as told by my mother, inspired me to undertake the challenge of writing this book. I can only hope that I have done justice to the memory of Lataine and to all those who were affected by the events described in the following pages.
Have you ever wondered why that pressurized fuel that fills the gas pipes in your house has an odor like rotten eggs?
They still have the sympathy letter here that they received from Hitler and various world leaders at the time.