In winter of 1952, I was helping fight the “Cold War” in eastern Germany…and it ...
I climbed the gangway of the USS J.R.Y. Blakely with some trepidation. The colorful decals ...
Newly arrived at the United States Coast Guard Receiving Station in Port Huron, Michigan, a ...
It happens so often in our lives, we don’t fully appreciate what people do for ...
August 19, 1945, was a day I’ve never forgotten. Back then, I was a B-25 ...
Most people thought of my late husband, Ray, as a real extrovert. He liked to ...
At the height of World War II, I worked as a teleprinter operator at a ...
My favorite story of Dad’s was about the pilot training he went through at Call ...
On June 26, 1943, about 50 of us boarded a train in Portland, Oregon, headed ...
Carried on the tide of patriotic fervor sweeping the country at the outset of World ...
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I was one of the four Eastern Airlines stewardesses who posed for this photograph, which ...
Proudly carving our Thanksgiving turkey in this 1958 picture (at right) is our son Casey ...
Comic books were big stuff for kids in the 1940s. But I forgot all about ...
