You probably have noticed these unique street names around the airport in Goleta. They’re unusual because they have both the first and last names of individuals you’ve probably never heard of. Well it turns out, these are the most expensive streets in Goleta, because in order to get their names on these streets, these gentlemen had to pay with their lives.

At a ceremony on May 30th, 1948, the community gathered around this memorial to witness a tribute to some of their loved ones that died in WWII. The public joined City, County and military officials to watch as the streets of the Santa Barbara Airport were formally dedicated in honor of Santa Barbara airmen who gave their lives during World War II.

The Santa Barbara Airport was once a Marine Base, built as quickly as possible after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor and forced the United States into the war. In the rush to get the air base operational, they simply named the airport streets with letters of the alphabet.

After the war ended, the community came up with a way to give the streets more creative names and honor some of the young men that gave their lives for our freedom. Between 25 and 27 streets were named, reports vary. Regardless, it was an honorable tribute that continues on today, more than 75 years later. As time marches on, the streets are slowly disappearing and as the airport grows, they will continue to vanish. For that reason, we decided it would be good to highlight the street names that are left and learn a little about these fallen heroes.

This map from 1970 shows the street names and many of these no longer exist. So we went around and photographed all the signs we could find still up today and we did a little research on some of the men they memorialize. Here’s what we found….

Dean Arnold was born in Missouri in 1917 and his family moved to Santa Barbara in 1920.

Dean graduated from Santa Barbara High in 1935 and he worked at City Meat Market. Later he got a job with a meat wholesaler that took him to Detroit, Michigan. Arnold listed aviation as an interest in the yearbook and in 1942 he joined the service.

After extensive training, Arnold became a radio operator on a B-29 Superfortress and his bomber group was sent to Guam in 1945. His group flew 66 missions, day and night, and not only engaged in bombing raids but also performed rescues and reconnaissance.

In March of 1945, Arnold and his fellow crewmen were shot down while on a mission over Tokyo. His parents lived on Valerio Street at the time of his death. Dean’s younger brother also served during WWII and he returned home safely. Dean is memorialized at a National Cemetery in Missouri.

Wallace Becknell preferred to be called by his middle name, Earl. He was born in Texas in 1913 and after graduation from high School, he worked in a Texan cotton mill. In 1937 he went out on his own and ended up in Santa Barbara where he got a job at Smart & Final. In 1939, he married a woman that had a son, and Becknell adopted the boy.

Becknell joined the Army Air Force in 1942 and was trained as a gunner. He was assigned with nine other men to a B-17 Flying Fortress that was nicknamed “Caught in the Draft”. Their bomber group was called the Hell’s Angels and after training in the United States, they were stationed in England.

Becknell and the fellow crewmen of the B-17 successfully finished a few missions over France and Germany but their luck ran out in February of 1944. After successfully bombing a German naval base at Wilhelmshaven with over 800 other aircraft, they came into bad weather on their return to England. The “Caught in the Draft” crashed into the North Sea and all ten crewmen were killed. None of their bodies were recovered. Earl Becknell is memorialized at an American Cemetery in the Netherlands and at a cemetery in Texas.

Francis Botello was born in Carpinteria in 1917, where his father managed the family ranch. Later they moved to Santa Barbara and his dad found work with the Fire Department. His family had been in California for generations.

After three years of high school, Francis found work as a farm hand and then he joined the National Guard when he was in his early 20s. He joined the Army in 1943 and married a girl named Virginia that lived in downtown Santa Barbara. Botello was trained as a gunner and in 1944 he was sent to Italy to fly on a B-24 bomber. His Bomb Group flew over 200 missions and they earned two Presidential Awards for Valor.

Botello was a gunner aboard a B-24 nick named Taboo. He would have been sitting in one of those glass bubbles with guns coming out of them or on a side door. His group was targeting the Nazi oil production facilities in Romania when they came under heavy fire from the ground, also known as flak.

One of the other bombers in his formation was hit by the flak and that crew began to bail out of their burning aircraft. One crew member from the other bomber bailed out and before his parachute opened, he slammed into Botello’s plane, breaking off about 10 feet of the wing.

Botello’s plane went into a spin and headed straight down. Note the broken right wing. Two of the ten man crew were able to bail out and they survived, but the other eight, including Francis, were killed in the crash.

Botello was listed as missing for a while, but they eventually listed him as killed in action. He is remembered on a grave marker in St. Louis, Missouri with his fellow crew members.

This newer sign at the airport only shows the last name, but this street was originally named after James Edward Burns, Jr.

James Burns was born in El Centro in 1916. He graduated from UCLA and joined the Army Air Corps in 1940. Burns soon became an officer and was made a flight instructor at a base near Bakersfield.

In 1942, Burns married a popular Santa Barbara gal named Mary Ellen Putnam who had been working as a teacher in Bakersfield. Their wedding was well documented in the local press and they spent their honeymoon in Yosemite before making their home in Bakersfield. In 1944, Burns was transferred to Iowa and his now pregnant wife Mary moved back to Santa Barbara, having her baby at Hoff General Hospital, that was located where Mackenzie park is today.

Later in 1944, Burns was assigned as the pilot of a B-29 Superfortress that he named the Katie Ann, after his newborn daughter. He and the Katie Ann were stationed on the island of Guam and they had several successful airstrikes on Japanese territory. In less than a year, Burns earned the Distinguished Flying Cross, the highest flight award in the military for heroism.

In April, 1945, Captain Burns and his crew of ten men went on a mission over Tokyo, where they encountered heavy flak and the Katie Ann was shot down. For nearly a year, they were reported as missing, until April of 1946, when Mary Ellen was notified by a phone call that her husband and father of Katie Ann was indeed dead.

Gerald M. Cass was born in Kansas in 1916, the youngest of nine kids. He came to Santa Barbara with his sister and he got a job as an assistant court reporter in the Santa Barbara Superior Court. He met a nurse named Mary Lou Butler and they were soon married.

Cass had enrolled in the University of Colorado Law school, but in January of 1942, he joined the Army Air Corps and was sent to Texas. His new wife traveled with him to several different training locations while he earned his wings. Eventually, he was assigned to the 5th Heavy Bomb Group that was stationed in the South Pacific. It was nicknamed, “The Jungle Force” because their specialty was staging attacks from remote tropical islands.

Cass was the pilot of a B-24 that he named after his wife back home, Mary Lou. He and his crew had been together since their training days, and aboard the Mary Lou they successfully completed a lot of daring air raids. The Mary Lou gained national fame for her exploits and the local newspapers followed their adventures closely.

By 1944, Cass had received multiple awards for his bravery and expertise in the face of danger. In May of that same year, the Mary Lou was tasked with the job of attacking an important Japanese air base near New Guinea. The mission was successful, softening the enemy defenses enough to allow American troops to take it over. But while flying back to safety, Cass and his crew were attacked by a Japanese Zero that successfully took out one of Mary Lou’s engines. Cass knew they would not make it back to their home base, so he attempted a water landing. Some of the men bailed out and survived, but nine of the eleven crew members were killed, including Gerald Cass.

The men that were under his command honored their leader by naming the baseball diamond on their base Cass Field. They called him, “one of the most skilled and well liked officers”. In just a little over a year flying, Cass had received multiple medals and awards but he never knew he had been promoted to Major the morning he left on his final mission.

A parade and a public ceremony was held at Dwight Murphy Field in honor of Gerald Cass, where his widow, Mary Lou, was presented with all of the awards he had earned. A short but illustrious career for a an assistant court reporter transformed into a National Hero by his desire to serve his country.

Cecil Cook Jr. was born in Rhode Island in 1917. His family moved to Santa Barbara when he was a young boy because his father got a job as a chauffeur for a wealthy family. Cecil graduated Santa Barbara High in 1935 and after a couple of years of college, he joined the Army in 1939.

Cecil was assigned to a B-17 Flying Fortress bomber and sent to fight in the South Pacific Theater. Not much else is known about the circumstances, but in February of 1942, he was listed as missing by the War Department. What must have been a devastating year and a half for his family, they had no information as to his health, location or even existence.

The Cook family wasn’t alone, as many young men from Santa Barbara were missing throughout the war. The only info they could get was an occasional newspaper article stating that their son was still missing…

Finally in September of 1943, his family received a postcard from Cecil, telling them that he was OK, he was in a Japanese prison camp in the Philippines and he wrote, “Hope to be home soon, don’t worry”. This article wrote that his family was “overjoyed”, but if they knew then what we know now about Japanese POW camps, they would have been horrified. As the Allied forces slowly took more Japanese territory, the prison camp had to be relocated closer to Japan.

In September 1944, Cecil and 750 POWs were tied together with rope and forced to march barefoot for miles to a dock where they were loaded onto the Shin’yo Maru, a cargo steamship built in 1894 that had been captured by the Japanese. The POWs called these old cargo ships “hell ships,” because they were basically floating dungeons, where inmates were packed in below deck without air, light, toilets, or even enough room to sit. Many of the POWs died from the horrid conditions as well as regular beatings and executions. But the majority of them were killed when the “hell ships” were sunk by Allied Forces because the Japanese did not have the ships properly marked as POW cargo ships.

The ship Cecil Cook was packed into just sat in the harbor for nineteen days before it even sailed. Once underway, it was torpedoed by a U.S. submarine, but before it sunk, the captain managed to ground the ship on a nearby beach. The POWs that survived the torpedo attack scrambled to get off the ship but as they did, they were gunned down by Japanese soldiers on lifeboats.

Amazingly, eighty-three Americans managed to reach safety and survive, but Cecil Cook and over six hundred others died that horrible day.

Rex Albert Eckles was born in Porterville in 1919 and came to Santa Barbara with his family, where he graduated as a Don in 1937. He attended UC Davis and then Santa Barbara College until 1941, when he joined the Army Air Force. Two days before he was sent overseas he married his sweetheart, Mary Jane Boggs, a fellow student at S.B. College.

Eckles was assigned to Hawaii to be the pilot of a B-17 nicknamed the “Tokyo Taxi”. From there, he and his crew were sent to Guadalcanal in the South Pacific. Throughout 1942 and into 1943, he and the crew of the Tokyo Taxi performed heroically, earning awards and recognition.

In July 1943, Rex and crew left about midnight on a night mission to bomb an enemy airfield in the island of Bougainville, New Guinea. The Tokyo Taxi was the lead plane and was caught in the searchlights early on.

Eckles best friend, Anthony Lucas, was flying right behind Eckles and watched as he was shot repeatedly by Japanese fighter planes until the Tokyo Taxi exploded in mid-air. Lucas later took his friend’s personal belongings home to the Eckles family in Santa Barbara and after the war, he named his son Rex in honor of his fallen friend.

Norman Selwyn Firestone was born in Montana in 1921 and his family moved to Santa Barbara around 1925 where they owned a clothing store on State Street.

Firestone, above right, was a good student and very active at Santa Barbara High, competing on the varsity fencing team, and an officer in the ROTC program. He then went to UC Berkeley as a pre-med student and graduated in 1942. later that same year, he was called into service and went into training to become a pilot, traveling to several different airbases in the U.S.

Firestone became the pilot of the P-51 Mustang, a long range, single crew member fighter plane. His unit was assigned to the Luliang airfield in Far Eastern China where they performed a variety of missions.

Firestone managed to stay in touch with his family back in Santa Barbara with letters. His younger brother Gerald was also in the military by then, training in Nevada. Norman wrote that he was in “a wonderful squadron” and expected to see action soon.

One November morning in 1944, Norman was flying a mission over southeast China when his plane was strafed by enemy fire. There were no witnesses, so Firestone was listed as missing in action. His body was recovered later and buried in Santa Barbara in 1947. His younger brother Gerald survived the war, had a family and became the mayor of Santa Barbara in the late 1960s.

We were fortunate to get this photo of Kenneth Roberts Road before the city removed it to make room for new development. Kenneth Roberts was born in Pasadena in 1922, the son of an automobile salesman. By 1930, the family moved to a home near the Mission in Santa Barbara, where Ken’s father got a job as a stock broker.

Kenny and his two siblings went to Santa Barbara High, where he was very active with the school newspaper and he hoped to be a journalist after college. He also joined the ROTC as many young men did.

Before he graduated in 1940, Kenny became the editor of the school paper, The Forge, and he had his own column “As I See It”. His writing was of such good quality, he became a member of the Quill and Scroll Society, and soon was appointed the Vice President of that group.

By his senior year in 1940, it was clear Kenny would have a promising career in journalism when his column won first prize in a national journalism contest.

After high school, he went to Santa Barbara College where Kenny was on the swim team and he was a lifeguard at Los Banos del Mar swimming pool.

After a couple years at S.B. College, Kenny enrolled at UC Berkeley as a journalism major, but in his junior year, he heard the call of duty, and joined Army Air Force. After training at multiple bases around the States, he earned his pilot’s wings and was sent to the European Theater.

Kenny became the pilot of a P-47 Thunderbolt, a cumbersome aircraft that was especially good at flying low and destroying enemy tanks. But that job was extremely dangerous. In fact 70% of the pilots given that task did not survive.

Unfortunately, on his first mission, Kenny would become one of those 70% that lost their lives on that difficult mission. Kenneth Roberts’ plane was shot down behind enemy lines at Normandy, France.

He is buried in an American cemetery in Normandy with over 9,000 other American men that gave their lives in World War 2.

We couldn’t find much info on Robert Keister’s life, but we know he was born in 1917 in Ohio. His parents were divorced when he was very young, his mother remarried and they moved to Milwaukee.

Robert joined the Marines in the mid 1930s and in 1940, he married Louise Irwin, an Illinois native. By 1942, Robert was stationed at the Marine Base in Santa Barbara, and he and his wife lived on Pueblo Street in Santa Barbara. Early in 1943, he was sent to fight in the South Pacific Theater.

Keister was the pilot of a Corsair, a versatile fighter/bomber that became a very important weapon for the Marines. They specialized in troop support, flying very low and fast. One stormy morning, Keister and three other Corsair pilots were sent on a mission over the Solomon Islands to destroy a Japanese airfield. The pilots found their way through the thick storm clouds and climbed high above them and then descended quickly on the enemy airfield, catching them by complete surprise. The Marine pilots swooped down to less than 100 feet off the ground and opened fire on a line up of 30 Japanese Zeros parked in tight formation on the airfield. It was estimated that they destroyed the whole squadron of Zeros.

The successful raid was big news back home, but by the time the story was published, Keister had gone missing on a subsequent mission. The other Tri-County Marine mentioned in the story was George Langston of Atascadero.

Robert Keister was awarded several medals and citations for bravery, expert airmanship and aggressive fighting spirit.

The awards were presented to Louise by a Marine Colonel in the privacy of her home. She remained in Santa Barbara for years and never remarried.

David Love was born in Santa Barbara in 1922 and graduated from Santa Barbara High in 1940. At first, he chose not to go to college and took a job as a mail carrier. After a couple of years he reconsidered and took a forestry program at Mount Shasta, and then was later hired in the Angeles Forest.

In 1943 David joined the Army and went into training in Santa Ana. His high school friend, Don Stillman was also stationed there and they made frequent visits back home to visit their girlfriends. (Don Stillman was sent to the European Theater, where he flew 41 combat missions, was shot down, made a POW by Germany, survived a death march and once escaped for two weeks. After the war he had an illustrious career as a teacher in Goleta!) David’s training also took him to Arizona and New Mexico.

Early in 1944, Love came back to Santa Barbara long enough to marry his high school sweetheart, Marilee Stevens. Soon after, he was shipped overseas and was stationed in England.

Love was assigned to a B-24 Liberator in a very active Bombardier Squadron and they flew hundreds of missions over Germany. In July of 1944, his plane was on the way to the airfield they were targeting when they ran into heavy fighter opposition and flak from the ground. Six American planes were shot down in that mission and David Love was aboard one of them.

Initially he was reported missing. There were no Allied eyewitnesses to his plane going down, but the Germans reported two of the crewmen dead.

Later, they found out one of Love’s crewmen survived and was a POW in Germany. The co-pilot had been blown out of the plane before it crashed and somehow survived. This news gave hope that Love might still be alive.

But Soon the truth was confirmed and as always, the grieving widow received a visit from a high ranking military official.

Jack Peres was born in Santa Barbara in 1920, the son of a well known auto mechanic in town. Jack was an honor student at Santa Barbara High, active in the Scholarship Society, the varsity tennis team, and a sergeant in the ROTC program. In the Dons yearbook it states his future profession as Army Surgeon, and after graduation, he went to UCLA to study medicine.

With the beginning of the war in Europe, Jack dropped out of med school and joined the Army as an aviation cadet on New Year’s Eve, 1940. Jack’s whole family then moved to the Los Angeles area to help with the war effort, possibly because his mother was a Polish immigrant and Poland was taken by the Nazis early in the war. His parents and sister worked in the Lockheed factory in Burbank California assembling aircraft. By 1942, Jack was assigned to a squadron based in Australia fighting, not the Nazis, but the Japanese.

Peres was part of a pursuit squadron that flew P-40 fighters, a successful plane that could hold their own against the speedy Japanese Zeros. Peres was sent to an area that had recently lost some battles to the Japanese and needed reinforcements.

Unfortunately, Jack was not there very long, before he was shot down by overwhelming enemy forces. In February of 1942, his squadron of just ten planes was caught mostly on the ground refueling and attacked by over 100 Japanese aircraft. Facing incredible odds and with no concern for his own well being, Jack quickly took off and headed straight into the enemy. Peres managed to inflict major damage to the Japanese fighters, destroying several and fighting valiantly until he was shot down.

While his fate wasn’t immediately known, it was assumed he crashed into the sea and killed. Several articles back in the states detailed his heroic efforts.

Six months later, Jack’s plane was found in the dense jungle of northern Australia, riddled with bullets. Jack’s burnt body was still in his plane and it appeared he had managed to crash land before he passed away. His body was officially identified by a Bulova watch with his name engraved on it. The Peres family received his multiple awards at a quiet ceremony held during their lunch break at Lockheed so as to not interfere with production at the defense plant. Jack’s body was returned to Santa Barbara and buried in the Santa Barbara cemetery.

This was what was left of Jack’s P-40 in 1993 when the remains were collected and put into storage by the Aviation Historical Society of the Northern Territory Australia.

For this next fallen hero, there is no longer a street sign. We have to refer back to our 1970 map because Stanley Soto Place has been removed by the city to make room for new construction.

Stanley Soto was born in 1919, the youngest of three boys in San Luis Obispo where their father owned a grocery store. Soto’s parents moved to Santa Barbara after they divorced, and the boys lived with their father. He remarried and worked a variety of jobs in the area while the boys went to Santa Barbara High. Stan was very athletic and he played football, basketball, baseball and track. He was also a member of the Student Legislature, but when he graduated in 1937, he didn’t have a clear vision for his future. After graduation, all three boys lived in Santa Barbara with their mother and worked at odd jobs around town.

One of his brothers, Bernard, joined the Army in 1940 and was sent to the Philippines. Unfortunately he was captured by the Japanese in May 1942, and by the December, he was reported dead in a prison camp. That same year, Stan and his younger brother Francis both joined the war effort.

Stan went into training as a Marine paratrooper and by the end of 1942 he was sent to fight in the South Pacific. His first tour of duty as a paratrooper lasted eleven rigorous months. After a break, he was sent to Iwo Jima with the 5th Marine Division, a group of seasoned combat veterans, many of whom were former paratroopers.

On his way his next assignment, Stan managed to meet his other brother Francis on Bougainville while Francis was on his way to the Philippines. Little did they know, that would be the last time they saw each other. In early 1945, Stanley Soto was part of the amphibious attack on Iwo Jima that saw some of the most brutal fighting of the war, literally clawing their way inch by inch, up from the beach to the top of Mount Suribachi over five long weeks of hell. Soto was part of this heroic group, nicknamed The Spearhead.

Stan was an eyewitness to this historic event that was captured on film by Joe Rosenthal and became one of the most iconic photos of WWII. In between battles, Stan managed to write a letter home to his mom, telling her how proud he was of his boys and that he was OK. He described what a “Glorious feeling it was to see Old Glory flying from the top of the mountain” and ended with, “Don’t worry, I am being as careful as possible”.

By the time his mother got his letter, and shared it with the local press, Stan Soto had already been killed. She was informed of his death by a telegram from a Marine General. Shortly after that, Francis, the only surviving Soto brother, was pulled off the front lines in the Philippines and assigned duties in the United States. War Department policy would not allow all the siblings of one family to be killed overseas. Bernard was buried in Manila and Stanley was awarded the Bronze Star and a Purple Heart and his body was laid to rest in Honolulu.

The last fallen hero we will talk about was actually the first Goleta boy to die in World War 2. John Robert Troup went by his middle name, Robert, or more commonly Bob. He was born in Goleta in 1917, along with his twin sister Betty. They had an older brother named Gordon. Their parents were John and Jeannie Troup and the family lived on a ranch at the corner of Hollister and San Marcos Road, where San Marcos Growers is today.

The Troup family can be seen in this great photo taken on the steps of the Main-Begg Farmhouse in the early 1920s. Bob is on the far left, labeled as Robert. His parents are on the right and his siblings are also in this photo. Unfortunately, these happy times would be short lived for the Troup family.

A few years later, in 1927, Bob’s dad John would die from a ruptured appendix at only 35 years old. The doctors thought he had stomach pain from something he ate, but only after a last minute surgery did they discover the true cause. Everyone was shocked, but his mother Jeannie continued on, staying active in the Goleta community with charity events and other volunteer work. Until another disaster struck the family.

In 1931, Bob’s mother Jeannie was tragically killed. Some thought it was suicide, but this article quotes Gordon as saying she was cleaning up a corner of the porch where they kept brooms, mops and a shotgun, went the gun accidentally went off. Either way, the three Troup children were now orphans. Gordon went out to live on his own, while Bob and Betty lived for a while with an aunt and uncle in Fillmore where they attended high school.

When Bob was sixteen he went to Cal Poly San Luis Obispo to study agriculture. This photo appeared in the paper in 1936. By the time Bob was eighteen, he was working on a cattle ranch near San Francisco. From there, he returned to Goleta and quickly found work herding cattle at Dos Pueblos Ranch. Bob was an expert horseman and great with all aspects of ranch life since it was in his blood for generations. His siblings also carried on with their lives despite their tragic childhood events.

When the war broke out, Bob joined the Marines and was sent to Camp Pendleton in San Diego. He trained as a navigator and won medals for pistol and sharpshooting. He was assigned to fight in New Caledonia in the South Pacific Theater. His Scottish family thought it was fitting that he should defend New Caledonia, since Caledonia is the Latin name for Scotland.

Troup’s job was a navigator on a Navy transport planes that carried bombs, gasoline and other explosives straight into war zones. Once they landed, they had to unload the dangerous materials while under fire, load their plane back up with battle wounded soldiers, and then take off again into skies full of enemy aircraft and flak. His plane had no defenses other than the skill of the pilot. Obviously, an extremely dangerous assignment.

On October 9th, 1942, Troup’s overloaded plane crashed into a mountain as they took off from Henderson Field at Guadalcanal. They were beginning a return trip when they experienced an engine failure. The pilot tried to gain enough altitude but was unable to get above a mountain due to the poor visibility and one engine stalling. Troup and the seven other crewman were killed instantly.

The news of his life spread far and wide, since Bob and his whole family were well known members of the community for decades. This article appeared in the Los Angeles Times.

In other articles, Troup was honored by his commanding officer posthumously for his bravery under extreme circumstances and his efforts to keep the crucial supply lines open to the Solomon Islands, as well as evacuating wounded from the combat area.

Robert Troup and Norman Firestone were among the first Santa Barbara casualties of the war. In honor of their service, their bodies were laid in state at the Santa Barbara County Courthouse for the public to pay their respects. Bob is buried at the Goleta cemetery.

Robert Troup was from one of the pioneer families of Goleta, and while they endured a lot of difficulties, they persevered. The same can be said of all of the families that lost their young men to the ravages of World War 2. While researching this page it was remarkable how many of these men’s lives crossed paths, here in town and overseas. They were often in the same schools, clubs and later, battlefields. The street signs of the Santa Barbara Airport is just one small way to remember the price these young men and their families paid to keep the United States safe and free. Hopefully the signs will remain for years to come and we will never forget all the brave young men that gave their all.

Special thanks to Michel Nellis and Karen Ramsdell for putting together this excellent book that inspired me to do this page. We have only scratched the surface of the stories that are told in this book and I highly recommend you buy a copy for your household. It’s an excellent way to remember all of these local heroes. Buy the book here- https://www.amazon.com/Their-Eyes-Turned-Skyward-Barbaras/dp/1596412518

Sources: Their Eyes Turned Skyward by Michel Nellis and Karen Ramsdell, Findagrave.com, Honorstates.org, National Archives, powtaiwan.org, pacificwrecks.org, William Godwin, Warfare history network, 33rd-pursuit-squadron, Shane Johnson collection, Alford collection, Main-Begg Farmhouse, Betty Rowe, Spencer Jones

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