JohnBT
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"Still no answer form Tecumseh as to his age"
Hint: Look at his Profile. Do the math.
"how he remembers the times before the 68 act."
Same way I remember back before there were driver's licenses, my grandparents were all born in the 1890s. Same way I remember WWII, my parents. I know all sorts of things about the AAF and dozens of those little islands from New Guinea to the Philippines. My father's eardrums are still scarred from the ruptures he got flying. My mom told me about factory work and rationing and riding the train to Ohio to marry my father before he shipped out for the Pacific.
Short story: She showed up for a 2-day visit and he took her from the train station to buy needle and thread. He'd won just shy of $1000 playing cards and wanted her to sew it into her coat and take it back to Virginia. She did. That was a LOT of money.
Short story: At the beginning of WWI my grandfather rode the train east from the Valley to the coast and got a job building barracks. They were roofing a one-story building and heard this gosh-awful noise. When they looked up and behind them into the sun there was this thing coming after them. They jumped down off the roof. He used to love to tell this story and laugh. It was the first airplane any of them had ever seen.
I have gun stories, too, but they'll keep.
In 7th grade I could safely walk the more than two miles from school in downtown Baltimore to our house near Irvington in southwest. 1962. Come to think of it, the walk was safer than the school.
See, I was cheap at an early age - I wanted to pocket the quarter streetcar fare. A box of Super-X .22 LR was about fifty cents back then.
Then we moved to Rockville in Montgomery County. That was a culture shock, being surrounded for the most part by a bunch of whitecollar government workers. Thank goodness I could still spend holidays and vacations in the mountains visiting my grandparents' farm and relatives' farms and do some camping, hunting, shooting, etc.
John
Hint: Look at his Profile. Do the math.
"how he remembers the times before the 68 act."
Same way I remember back before there were driver's licenses, my grandparents were all born in the 1890s. Same way I remember WWII, my parents. I know all sorts of things about the AAF and dozens of those little islands from New Guinea to the Philippines. My father's eardrums are still scarred from the ruptures he got flying. My mom told me about factory work and rationing and riding the train to Ohio to marry my father before he shipped out for the Pacific.
Short story: She showed up for a 2-day visit and he took her from the train station to buy needle and thread. He'd won just shy of $1000 playing cards and wanted her to sew it into her coat and take it back to Virginia. She did. That was a LOT of money.
Short story: At the beginning of WWI my grandfather rode the train east from the Valley to the coast and got a job building barracks. They were roofing a one-story building and heard this gosh-awful noise. When they looked up and behind them into the sun there was this thing coming after them. They jumped down off the roof. He used to love to tell this story and laugh. It was the first airplane any of them had ever seen.
I have gun stories, too, but they'll keep.
In 7th grade I could safely walk the more than two miles from school in downtown Baltimore to our house near Irvington in southwest. 1962. Come to think of it, the walk was safer than the school.
See, I was cheap at an early age - I wanted to pocket the quarter streetcar fare. A box of Super-X .22 LR was about fifty cents back then.Then we moved to Rockville in Montgomery County. That was a culture shock, being surrounded for the most part by a bunch of whitecollar government workers. Thank goodness I could still spend holidays and vacations in the mountains visiting my grandparents' farm and relatives' farms and do some camping, hunting, shooting, etc.
John
