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Show CORA LEE JOHNSON MARCH 6, 2002 BEC: COR: BEC: COR: Bushnell? Yeah. And is that where he died, is in the hospital? No. He came home. He'd been on a fishing trip. He came in and he was going to go over to Helper to see some of his railroad men that he knew. He said, He gave me his Creole, a beautiful bamboo Monarch fishing rod. He bought my license when I'd go. We went up Diamond Fork and fished and he said, "Let me take your car. I'll have it gassed up." He said, "You need to have a lock put on that gas tank." He peeked like this in my beauty salon where I worked at that time, it had slide out windows and I was up on the second story and I leaned out. He said, "I'm on my way." He said, "The key to your gas cap is under your mat and the keys are where you keep it." I don't know what he said. I knew at one time; I don't know what he said. About twenty-four hours, it was about six in the morning, a telephone call came from Helper, Utah, and my brother went over and he met with some ofthe friends. And he had been warned that no more hard liquor, he could not. If he did it would kill him. So he played cards and I don't know what they played, poker, or whatever it was; he played all day with them. Ed Sullivan was a police over there, was a good friend of Hal's. They said Hal drank 7-Ups all day and he went into the bathroom, they heard him flush the toilet, they heard him tum on the tap for the basin. He opened the door and he says, "Oh, God." He was a big man and grabbed the top of the door casing and then went to his knees. Died, an instant heart attack. And our doctor here, Dr. Beesinger, said, "It would have been a lot easier on him if he had drank beer than 7-Up." He said that caused so much gas it smothered his heart. So we were living here at that time. We had sold our property and everything in 50 |
