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My childhood years were spent in Dayton, Ohio, in the 1940s and 1950s. Among the memories I hold close ...
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Our teachers must have caught a lot of colds because we always gave them handkerchiefs for Christmas. ...
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 We recycled before recycling was cool!
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 Whatever happened to Halloween as I knew it growing up in the 1950s? Ah, yes! My dad would rake leaves ...
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When you're 10 years old and you're living in Medford, Ore., at the end of the Depression, and your dad ...
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 I have nothing but happy memories of my childhood days on our farm near Gray, Iowa. What I had then was ...
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 One month short of my 13th birthday, girls still played a minor role in the almost-empty grandstands ...
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 When they razed the old Keller's Store in 2005, they took away the site of many childhood memories.
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On weekends during my first year in high school, in 1929, I always went out to my parents' farm to stay ...
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It was on a bright February day in 1944 when she drove up in her tan Chevrolet. Waiting at the front ...
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At the time, "crashing" was a new fad.
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 Mama and I were sitting in the shade of the front porch, fanning ourselves with folded newspapers, trying ...
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Back in the 1950s when I was growing up in the small south Mississippi town of Perkinston, common sense ...
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 Do you remember the Maypole dances we performed in days of yore? I think it took 16 girls, each controlling ...
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I was born in the West Virginia highlands in a tiny community called Frogtown. It was located in a narrow, ...
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