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Came from a very good loving family in a small Kansas town just as World War Two 
was about to break out, it was nineteen thirty nine
As a very small child I remember hearing Walter Winchell, Gabriel Heater bring the 
news every night just a few years later, just about the time for us to all dine
Dad was a shoemaker as they called it back then
During the war he had German prisoners work for him on a base, and always said 
they seemed to be good men
One whittled me an airplane out of balsum wood, dad said it was a B-29, and he 
had even painted it grey
I never did see the prisoners on the base where we lived back then, but I recall the 
times vividly to this very day
I had four older sisters, I was the youngest child by ten years and the only boy
And I recall always being very loved and everything was to me as an older baby 
was nothing but joy
Fore I do remember times spent in my wooden play pen and a red hall curtain would 
blow now and then
Later when I was around five or six I remember mom and dad counting ration 
stamps while sitting on their beds, some for sugar, gasoline, different things
One sister worked in an amunition plant and brought me home a miniature bomb 
painted silver and one made me a billfold one gave me a large penny...My what 
these reflections all brings
Of course I remember the speach by President Roosevelt when he said we declared 
war and so many clips in movie theatres about how it was going
Mom listening to Stella Dallas and Ma Perkins while she would be sewing
These are some things that were just worth writing about and sharing with all of 
you here
I've come to really enjoy meeting a whole lot of you and I will always be ready to 
lend you my ear

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