You are here 
Stories | Stories | The Fighting Forties
Stories in The Fighting Forties
Select an era below to refine your search:
Displaying 16 - 30 of 51 items found.
 A chill rippled through me in the cold spring air as I walked to the outdoor Easter sunrise service in ...
 |
To a 9-year-old boy, Aug. 14, 1945, the day the war was over, was just another day in that adventure ...
|
 When I was in high school in the 1940s, we had some ridiculous fads. Maybe it was because of the seriousness ...
|
My childhood years were spent in Dayton, Ohio, in the 1940s and 1950s. Among the memories I hold close ...
|
Our teachers must have caught a lot of colds because we always gave them handkerchiefs for Christmas. ...
|
 We recycled before recycling was cool!
|
 One month short of my 13th birthday, girls still played a minor role in the almost-empty grandstands ...
|
It was on a bright February day in 1944 when she drove up in her tan Chevrolet. Waiting at the front ...
|
At the time, "crashing" was a new fad.
|
 Do you remember the Maypole dances we performed in days of yore? I think it took 16 girls, each controlling ...
|
"Now, Neal, I want you to ride the bus straight home today. Your dad wants you to start weeding the garden ...
|
 "Oh, I got the job! I got the job!" my sister, Marceline, cried joyfully that day in April 1943. "The ...
|
 A strange twist of fate had separated them. Would fate reunite them at last?
|
 Jan. 1, 1948, was bitterly cold as I left La Salle, Ill., to drive to Flint, Mich. It would be hours ...
|
It's a nice place to sit when the sun shines, but just wait until it rains!
|
Follow Us On ...