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Life in 1950

Life in 1950

  Third grade found me in Mrs. Everhart’s class at Central Grade School. (I’m the first on the left in the middle row.) We skipped rope on the narrow sidewalks and played jacks at the bottom of this staircase at recess. At the end of sixth grade, this school became the junior high so I went to this school for nine years. As I look over these dear faces, I see many are gone. Others, I wonder about their lives now…

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Life in 1950

Life in 1950

Third grade found me in Mrs. Everhart’s class at Central Grade School. (I’m the first on the left in the middle row.) We skipped rope on the narrow sidewalks and played jacks at the bottom of this staircase at recess. At the end of sixth grade, this school became the junior high so I went to this school for nine years. As I look over these dear faces, I see many are gone. Others, I wonder about their lives now almost…

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One Stop in WW II

One Stop in WW II

The last stop in our journeys to follow my dad in the States during WW II was in Waynesville, MO. He was stationed at Fort Leonard Wood before the Army shipped the 70th Division to France. By then I was twenty months old and had already lived in Kansas, Oregon, and Missouri. My folks called this place “El Rancho.” We lived here with other couples because there was such a shortage of housing. Soon after this picture, Dad left to…

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Train Stations–WW II

Train Stations–WW II

    The Ottawa, Kansas train station still stands, although today it serves as a museum. Sitting forty-five miles southwest of Kansas City, it has seen its share of departures and homecomings. On a late October night, 1945, my dad arrived from his mandatory trip of almost a year in France and Germany at the request of the U.S. Army. Thus his commitment ended from his draft notice delivered to him twenty-seven months earlier. After the war, he went on…

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Tornado Taming

Tornado Taming

As a young mother, I remember looking out my basement window watching a tornado snake across the sky a few miles south-west of us. At the time, I didn’t know about the power of the name of Jesus. As I watched, the white tail turned black as it picked up debris from a school and a church in the suburban Kansas City neighborhood. Years later, I learned as a believer in Jesus Christ, He had given me and all His…

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