As I Remember the WWII Years
Kathryn Trotta, April 2, 2015 When I was 7 years old, we moved to a small seven-acre farm that my great uncle had owned. My father was too old for the draft so he continued to work the third shift at … Continued
Kathryn Trotta, April 2, 2015 When I was 7 years old, we moved to a small seven-acre farm that my great uncle had owned. My father was too old for the draft so he continued to work the third shift at … Continued
Adeola James, Arlin Gordon, Benita Cooper, August 31, 2011 Once upon a time, before the eyes were below the knees, people lived together as one family. We cooked and shared what we had. It was a great time for children. … Continued
By Dolores Frank, August 17, 2011 — While growing up in a tight-knit neighborhood, the children were friends and the adults all participated in the rearing of the children. The children would play energetic games outdoors most of the day … Continued
By LeTretta Jones, May 31, 2016 — I have always enjoyed the summertime with its color of flaming bronze burning with blazing sunlight. In my youthful years, it was my time to run and turn my face up toward the … Continued
By Lady Gray, October 4, 2016 — There was one particular job interview I had that I cannot forget. The interviewer asked me a question no one had ever asked before. He asked, “What was the very first job that … Continued
By Robert D. Bailey, October 14, 2016 — I do not remember my grandfather’s face. He was tall, but all adults are tall to a 5-year-old. He did not talk much, but when he did speak his voice was a … Continued
By Norman Cain, March 21, 2017 — During the summers of my adolescent years, my sister and I would be sent from Philadelphia to South Carolina. We would live on my maternal grandparent’s farm. We would take the late evening … Continued
By Stephen, July 9, 2014 — Growing up in Wichita, Kansas, we did a lot of crawdad fishing. A three cent piece of liver on string, thrown in the water, and an Arkansas River crawdad would latch on and you … Continued
By Jack, July 23, 2014 — I remember the time I let some older kids in the neighborhood talk me into dipping snuff. I got so sick and drunk until I started crying…I felt so sick, when my mother found … Continued
By Shirley Cullison, July 14, 2014 — I was born in San Bernadino, California. While living in Muscoy, there was a vacant lot with lots of weeds. We kids had been told not to go in there because the Booger … Continued