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Happy Birthday


Grandpa, mother, & me – ca. 1950

It would have been my grandfather’s 117th birthday. Whatever issues he had with his own children, he made sure that I had many memorable summers when I was young, and he taught me many things – some were useful, some I was not supposed to tell my mother about.

He had a lot of stories and tall tales about his time in World War I in northern France and made it sound as if it was all a big Boy Scout outing – not likely, as anyone can tell who has seen the cemeteries and the ossuary at Verdun. So my grandfather survived the Great War; he lived to be 90.

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