Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Before Grandpa was Thirteen


One grandkid said, “I’ve heard that one at least once Grandpa, but you should write it down in case you or one of us forgets what you said.”

Actual memories of things that happened ‘way-back’ in the 1940s are difficult for me to recall with any measure of precision. These short stories about when I was young are true or nearly true. Some have been modified to protect the guilty (me) or embellished a little to fill in details that may have been or could have been.

Parts of my stories might be thoroughly debunked by the questioning of witnesses if they could be found or are willing to testify against themselves or me.
If you weren’t there, what difference does it make? After all, these are just my stories, not testimony under oath in court or in a congressional hearing.

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