Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Life in America

Fourth of July Remembrances

From the Secret Remembrance Archives
We drove into Lincoln to watch the parade, this was 1942 I think.   A man was selling those red-white and blue windmills on a stick.  You know, the thing that twirled when you ran with it.  Boy-oh-boy did me and sister want one so we asked  mom.  She said ask you father.  We were askared to because dad was off work and we didn't have much money except from what turnips we sold outside at our stand.  But surprise, he sayed  ''we'll see.''  He asked the man how much and the man said 15¢.  Dad said, "are you fucking nuts?"  The man poked him in the eye with the pointy end of one and that's why he never got into the Army. 
Benny Terwilliger

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

My little town of Golden has the main street lined with 100s of American flags. I love it here. Hard to believe we're nestled between the super creepy city of Boulder and the shithole(Denver)

Happy Independence Day Rog and to eveyone. What a great day. What a great country.
MM

Anonymous said...

My dad would prolly want to poke me in the eye with a sharp stick for this, but he's dead:

John Walter Cooper traipsed through the jungles of east Asia in 1944-1945. Japanese died, Americans lived because of his actions. He paid a physical and mental price for this.

Thanks, Dad.

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