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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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 The Iowa State Fair is considered one of the finest fairs in the country, holding many of the most exciting ...
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 A day devoted to remembrance, fondly remembered.
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 It was always special when Johnny the mailman stopped at our mailbox. I would run out to meet him and ...
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When I was 11 years old, in 1922, living in Toulon, Ill., we experienced dog days that I remember well ...
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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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Let's face it: When you are born in 1930 and you're the oldest of five kids and your dad works for the ...
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 A chill rippled through me in the cold spring air as I walked to the outdoor Easter sunrise service in ...
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The egg is one of the oldest symbols known to mankind. It most often stands for new life.
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As a young boy in the early '50s, I enjoyed going to my grandmother's house. Gramme Price was an outstanding ...
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 From my memoirs, The House by the Railroad 1932, I recall from 1931 those times when my mother and we ...
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To a 9-year-old boy, Aug. 14, 1945, the day the war was over, was just another day in that adventure ...
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 When I was in high school in the 1940s, we had some ridiculous fads. Maybe it was because of the seriousness ...
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I met him when I was 8 years old, in 1932. For the next 13 years he was my best friend. Together we explored ...
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