A Year of Memories, Farm life, History, Monday Memories, Wisconsin History
December 7, 1941: B-17 C (Flying Fortress) my wife’s uncle, pilot Earl Cooper, flying in darkness and low on fuel, approached Pearl Harbor. He intended to land at Hickham Field for refueling before continuing on to Clark Field in the Philippines. As dawn broke and...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
When I was four years old, my best friend was Binny. His name probably wasn’t Binny, but I couldn’t say his name right, so he was always Binny to me. He lived next door, so we often played together. We’d ride our tricycles, play in the backyard with our trucks, and...
A Year of Memories, Farm life, Monday Memories
As an eight-year-old, I knew the abruptness of nightfall. We lived in a chicken house while waiting for construction of a real house that was never completed. We had no electricity, no running water, no plumbing, and no bathroom. Have you ever read under the light of...
A Year of Memories, Farm life, Monday Memories
I frequently visited my cousin Wayne Paull when he was living alone after his wife, Elvira, passed away. Wayne, with his stories and country philosophy, always made my visit interesting. He kept me entertained from the time I arrived until I left. I’ll tell you a few...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
February 22, 2021 Memories aren’t new to an 80+ year old man, but until recently I never considered the possibility that I had dozens of life stories to tell. This project started simply enough – I was asked to write a memory of growing up in Wisconsin. As I...
