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(Testimony of Mrs. Mildred Sawyer)
Mr. Liebeler.
but you can waive that if you want to. As long as you are here, I assume you will want to go ahead.
Mrs. Sawyer.
Certainly. I will be very glad to, because I am afraid there is very little I know.
Mr. Liebeler.
I don't think we will take very long, actually, but one of the things the Commission is trying to do is develop as much background knowledge about Lee Harvey Oswald as it possibly can, in the hope that it might give some insight into his possible motive, if in fact he did assassinate the President.
Mrs. Sawyer.
I see.
Mr. Liebeler.
Would you state your full name for the record?
Mrs. Sawyer.
Mildred Sawyer.
Mr. Liebeler.
Where do you live?
Mrs. Sawyer.
I live in Lakeview; 6306 Louisville Street; part of the time with my father, and then I have a little place on Exchange Place where I kept my husband's books and things, where we always worked, more or less a little office, and when the weather was bad or when I felt too pressed with work, or if I am tired and don't feel like going to dad's, I stay there. My husband and I had the place arranged so, whenever we wanted to, we could stay there.
Mr. Liebeler.
Your husband is deceased? Is that correct?
Mrs. Sawyer.
Yes.
Mr. Liebeler.
How long have you lived at the Exchange Place apartment?
Mrs. Sawyer.
Oh, whenever the Monteleone Hotel took over the place where we were living, which belonged to Mr. Saussaye, on Royal Street, and he owned that building there, and the Monteleone Hotel--you remember when they tore it down and remodeled to make a parking garage there? We had to leave at that time, and then we were looking for some little place to store all our books and everything--my husband was an engineer and we had a lot of things that we worked on, and he was in and out of the city, so when he came in it was very convenient to have someplace like that where we could work sometimes, if we felt like it, way past midnight, and that would have disturbed my father, who was quite old--he is 91, in fact--so that is how we started looking around, and we found this little place and took it, and I have been going back and forth ever since.
Mr. Liebeler.
That would have been in the 1950's sometime?
Mrs. Sawyer.
I am trying to recall the year, but really I can't without looking at my receipts. It would be hard for me to remember that. My husband died 2 years ago in November, and we were there at least 3 years or 4 years, I think. I am not certain of the time. I mean it is kind of hard for me to reconstruct, to go back. Anyway, whatever it was, when we moved there these people, this Mrs. Oswald and her son, were living there in the apartment below the one that we took, and they remained there a short while, and they moved away after that and I never heard any more or anything until then, and I had forgotten all about the name of the people or anything until finally your men called.
Mr. Liebeler.
You mean you were interviewed by someone from the FBI sometime back in November?
Mrs. Sawyer.
Yes. There was an FBI man who called me sometime back, and that is when I realized that they were the same people.
Mr. Liebeler.
Did you become acquainted with Mrs. Oswald to any extent during the time that you lived at this Exchange Place?
Mrs. Sawyer.
Not really, because well, she was old enough to be my mother, I might say, and our working all the time and so was my husband--and then I was connected with the opera group here and I was out most of the time, and when we met it was usually on the stairway or in and out the door, once, in awhile talking on the steps, perhaps. About the most we did was bid each other the time of day, and that is about all, and, of course, the little boy the same thing. And I say "little boy" because to me he was a child when I saw him. I can vaguely remember, or I have a mental picture of, a little boy with blond, curly hair and rather nice looking, and that is about all I can say, and once In a while if he happened to be going out or coming in at the time I was going, he would always open the door and hold the door for me, and he seemed quite polite.
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