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In Memories: Resident Recalls WWII
I was playing with Patty, who lived across the street. Something about the conversation in the dining room just wasn’t right. I sensed something was happening. Taking a few steps into the dining room I saw the rest of the family clustered around the brown, shoebox sized radio. I heard the unmistakable voice of Roosevelt.
I silently wondered if Mom and the others could get into trouble doing this.
They didn’t seem at all worried.
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