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Playing maulball - real tackle football without pads - on the college fields of a hot summer afternoon, resting after under the tall oak trees, then heading home for a nice family supper.....
Being awakened around midnight on a Christmas eve so my sisters and I oculd go downstairs accompanied by Santa Claus, a guy from the neighborhood who dressed as the jolly old elf and visited some of the nearby homes to let kids have a little peek at the presents he had supposedly brought before sending them back upstairs to wait 'til morning - once I caught sight of the orange, blue and white box under the tree that meant I was going to get that Lionel train gizmo I had asked for, there was no more sleeping for the rest of the night.....
Thinking up excuses to make to that pesky kid who kept calling up and wanting me to go over to his house and play, so that I could stay home and listen to the Saturday morning shows, literally curled up against the big speaker of the old Sears Silvertone console radio - "Let's Pretend", "Big Jon and Sparky" - kids today have nothing to match them for encouraging awe and imagination and - social consciousness - "You go to your church and I'll go to mine and we'll all walk along together" still about says it all.....
I miss it all - it makes me sad.......

I was born in 1932.....About 5 years ago my eldest son remarked that I should write down “those stories” so that he could tell them to his kids. I am now on my 4th book, self published and have only got up to 1951 when I started my military career which ended in 1975. I can hardly wait until the series is finished, I really want to see how it ends. I have watched this country reach for the stars and now I am watching it stumble blindly down down a lonely dirt road... God Help us all.
Just one of the troops.