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It's not uncommon for conversations among friends and relatives to slip into talking about the "good old Days," recalling the memories of people and events that helped shape lives through the good times and the bad.
Frequently the chatter evokes the innocence of childhood when it seemed that the world was a safer, friendlier place than the one confronting us as adults. My sister and our cousins often have talked about what a blessing it was to be born in that era just following the Great Depression and the years of WWII.
We all grew up in Terre Haute, Indiana (Terre haute/French meaning 'high ground' to describe the high banks of the Wabash River.) At that time, because of the intersection of highways U.S. 40 and U.S. 41, the city of 65,000 was often referred to as the "Crossroads of America." It seemed to us the best of all possible worlds. Sadly, not all children can say that. Much of it depends on your parents. But we were blessed with safe neighborhoods, gravel oil- covered streets, a great elementary/jr high school and city bus service only three blocks away.
My dad raised chickens and we reaped the harvest of the garden planted on an empty lot across the alley. Mom canned vegetables and canned cherries and peaches from trees in the backyard. Wars were raging throughout Europe and the South Pacific Ocean and many items were rationed to support the war effort. But life for twelve-year-olds was about as good as it gets.
CHILDHOOD: The Best of Times has three short stories of memorable incidents and adventures that through the years of telling and retelling have been written to satisfy those who kept saying, these anecdotes were worth sharing in print. People laughed, smiled, and began to recount similar escapades from their own childhood years. This world can use more laughter, love, and forgiveness. I pray that as you read you too will begin to laugh and recall some silly things family traditions s if they happened just last week.

CHILDHOOD: The Best of Times

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