Not sure why this just popped up on my computer but after re-reading it I decided to repost it and dedicate it to my cousins who sometimes find the blog posts . Not sure anyone read it the first time anyway and too lazy today to come up with anything else.
A day that has lived in infamy for over 75 years. Since I really don’t want to do the math I’m not going to do it for the exact number of years, but it was December 8, 1941 (or was it 1942?). I’ll admit to being very lax in my history lately, reviewing the exact dates, et al. The one date I actually remember clearly is August 15, 1945 (I hope), VJ Day when the war that began on Dec. 8 was brought to its conclusion. My two brothers and I were on the front lawn with Mother, the baby on a blanket she had spread out to keep the grass and bugs off him. T and I were used to them, since we played outside almost every waking hour.
By VJ day I had already been served a “chocolate” pie by my sweet older brother (mud was the main…
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