My Hero

My Hero

My Dad is on my mind on Veterans Day. To me he was a real hero. He like many others served in the Armed Forces. He was in North Africa, Sicily, and Italy in WWII. He was in 4 campaigns and received the Purple Heart for being wounded in Italy when the enemy overran his outfit’s position and he was hit with a German pistol a P-38. The bullet was cut out about an eighth of an inch from his spine. When he came home he most likely had what they called Battle Fatigue then and PT Syndrome now. My earliest memories was that he talked to me about all of these experiences and I’m so glad I...

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Me and My Sis

Me and My Sis

My sister Arla and I used to fight like cats and dogs. When I think about it she is a cat person and I am a dog person, maybe it stems from that? Although my sister Astrid is a cat person and her and I have only had one disagreement in our lives. Now I should clarify that the disagreements my sis Arla and I had were a long time ago when I was young. I remember one time in particular when she was assigned the disagreeable job of babysitting me out on the farm when the folks went to town. As I recall we fought most of the day account I didn’t think she should be able to tell me what to...

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Grandpa Abe’s cure for the Acne

The only Grandpa I knew was my Grandpa Abe who married my Dad’s mom and took on the responsibility of her 3 kids and his own one. He was a big imposing man with very large hands. My dad said when he was 18 years old Grandpa took both of my dad’s wrists in one hand and made him holler Uncle. An athlete in his youth in Kansas he pitched a good baseball game. When my dad was a teenager the subject of acne came up. Grandpa Abe said he had the sure fire cure for the Acne. My dad passed this on to me when I was very small and I surely had no idea what the “Acne” was at that...

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