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Stories in The Fighting Forties
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"See ya later!" I called to my mother as I opened the front door. "Betty's here and we're leaving now." ...
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My dad was raised on a farm. Well, I was too, but I wasn't really a farmer at heart like he was. No matter ...
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A kid can like something too much. That's how it was with me and Black Jack chewing gum.
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 Everyone likes a hero. A hero always seems to make things better. By de?nition, a hero performs sel?ess ...
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Hearing the wind howling at the windows, we girls huddled closer to the wood-crackling stove in our sharecropper ...
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One day when I was starting high school, the strangest thing happened. A new student came in -- a man.
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It was New Year's Eve 1958. I opened the back door and slipped out quietly, unnoticed, into the crisp ...
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 How the two comics helped a young sailor score points with his girl's disapproving dad.
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We always ignored our littlest cousin -- until Grandpa stepped in.
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 Every year when Christmas draws near, I can't help but be thankful for the opportunity I have to go out ...
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Memories of a favorite uncle who traveled with his songs and recipes.
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 It was early in November 1947, just a few weeks before Thanksgiving, when Mother announced to my three ...
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 In February 1943, our dad was working for the Southern Pacific Railway in Tucumcari, N.M., a dry, dusty ...
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 My dad, Tyson Gentry, wanted his children to call him "Papa." In the 1950s and '60s, few fathers answered ...
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My wife and I were driving north on old U.S. 99 in our 1946 Ford convertible, en route to Sacramento, ...
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