I have written a number of things in the past about my history in or near Ekalaka and the editor was gracious enough to publish them. I have kind of run out of things that will make a good story. So today I will attempt to write a story consisting of several things that happened.
The first thing that happened, I call the most memorable day of my life. It was August, 1945. I was playing in the yard and all of a sudden my Mother burst out of the house saying, “The war is over, the war is over". She had two brothers in harm's way in the Pacific. Just a few moments later, the town siren rang repea...
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