Each family in our block there has been a garden of victory. The gardens have been planted in an open field in the op of the hill. We raise potatoes, carrots, lettuce, beets (no my favourite), and other vegetables. From the meat was scarce, the vegetables became a part of entity of our diet. My mother has bought a victory cookbook and today, is in my cookbook shelf.
Seals of ration have been issued and the families have treated them likes gold. The Sugar and the cream were especially scarce. Fortunately, the grocery the shop was only two blocks was. It was in the charge of the fat can," a tin of coffee filled with fatty eat drippings. When it can It was full, have walked to the shop and has given it to the butcher. This fat, which has been collected nationally, has been turned to explosives.
It was a young boy during II of World-wide War and there is live memories of this time. Young when it was, have comprised the nation was war. Fire so designated drills has been resisted regularly. A bell ring and professors students of herd down to the basement of the school, where we crouched and covered our heads with our hands.
Copyright 2011 by Harriet Hodgson
These memories have taught me some lessons of entity. One, sometimes the war is necessary and you have to defend you. Two, would have to try maintain the peace. In this Memorial Day, I thank everything of the soldiers in everything of the wars that have given his lives for freedom. Because of memories of childhood, do not take freedom by conceded.
We, and most of my friends, there has been a deck of aircraft spotter maps. The maps have been supposed to teach us like airplanes of enemy of the place. Model kits of the airplanes were also available. My brother built a lot of models and has hanged them of his ceiling of camera. After supper enjoyed Fell Can it and games of war. It was one of the boys the plus young in the block, pues was always a soldier of enemy, a function have not loved.
A young man calm, who lived across the street of #prpers, has been drafted to the army. Two years later, when it is gone back house, was a person changed. "It is peel-shocked," my mother explained, "and has not been never equal." We rejoiced when the peace was declared finally. The fire siren has sounded, bells of church rank, and neighbors rushed out of the street and hugged each how another.
Photos of war have been published in the page ahead of our newspaper. An evening I noticed specks of ink in the inferior right of a page. I have taken the newspaper in the kitchen and has showed it in my mother. " You think that these points are a code of enemy?" I have asked. This question shocked my mother and I still see the crash in his face.
Our tract the house was Big Neck, Long Island, and my father was the vareo of air warden for the block. As soon as the opinion siren has sounded, shadows of blackout have been drawn. My father would do sure that no light -- no the merest cracks -- showed of any house. Drastic When these sounds, years more have learnt tarda a German submarine had surfaced in His of Long Island. The équipage defected and, as rumble, became citizen norteamericanos.
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