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Stories in The Fighting Forties
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 The aroma of coffee permeated the showroom at Uptown Chevrolet on Colorado Boulevard in Pasadena, Calif. ...
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My big cousin, Emmy, received a very nasty valentine card when she was in the sixth grade. Emmy and I ...
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I will always remember Christmas 1948 as the year that Santa came twice! My daddy, Ward Navelle, worked ...
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Going to a new school was a traumatic experience for me. I had attended first and second grades at the ...
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On the farm, everybody pitched in to celebrate America's birthday.
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Emmy was smart, but Grandma was smarter.
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Sometimes I wished Papa loved me a little less. I grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y., in the 1940s. Parents were ...
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 My senior year in high school was not a joyful time. The war was raging in Europe and in the Pacific. ...
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Our granddaughter, Helen, is moving into her own apartment. She said recently, "Grandma, I need everything." ...
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 Toxic or not, it sure seemed to do the trick!
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Each Thanksgiving, Grandpa found inspiration in the well that never stopped giving.
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In 1944, when I learned that my only brother, Jim Kilby, had volunteered to join the Marines, I began ...
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The airwaves helped forge a bond of trust and affection with a popular president.
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It was in the early spring of 1940. I was 13 years old, living in the small town of Sunbury in the coal ...
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Fortified with rum and love the package traveled halfway across the world to say "Merry Christmas!"
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