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11-11-22

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On this 11th day of November, 2022, we remember and honor all who served in our military.


Also remember the families of those who went to serve and didn’t survive.

Any one of us who served could have been one of them, and any family could be related.


So, this day honor those who served, but be aware that for many survivors, absence from war is not the same as peace of the soul.

Elections

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On Nov. 7, 1944, Franklin D. Roosevelt defeated Thomas E. Dewey to secure his fourth term as president.


The next day or sometime that week, I first became aware of elections. My best guess is that the results were brought up at school.

I don’t know if my parents voted or not, but after school, some classmates were telling about their parents having voted for FDR.

Not having gained good judgment of audience during my first eight years of life, I said that my parents voted for Dewey.

That did go well for me!

The boys chased me, caught me, and pummeled me.


I don’t fear that I’ll be pummeled, but as an octogenarian I only reveal publicly that I vote.

-Irony-

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The national uprising against communism in Hungary was viciously crushed by Soviet tanks and troops on November 4, 1956.

Thousands were killed and wounded and nearly a quarter-million Hungarians fled their country.


The day of the invasion, Zoltan and other college students were conscripted border guards.

I remember his telling of listening to the radio as the Russian tanks approached. And he said to me something like, “Rifles with one bullet each told us the odds of survival were slim.”

There is more to his part of the irony, but he ended up in Canada and eventually became a US citizen.

~

I had just finished a year of electronics training at the Army Security Agency school at Ft. Devens, MA.

A small crew of us were sent to the Pentagon to install some special equipment, but didn’t know the full scope of the project.

While in the communications center, we listened to radio transmissions between Russian tanks and their control center as they moved across the border and did their sweep of the country.

~

My son’s future father-in-law was part of the student led Hungarian Revolution crushed by the Russians.

It’s possible that I heard a transmission of the tank activity at or near where he and his fellow students had one bullet each to fight with.


Autumn, Again

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It happens every year. That’s what I remember and I’m sticking to it. Octogenarians, like nearly everyone else cannot remember their first few autumns.


At this posting, Halloween is over for 2022, but had I posted that day, I would have used my blue-eyed pumpkins in the header.

Blue-eye pumpkins only grow in patches maintained by Gimp or other photo editing program users. How do I know this? I actually don’t know, but if the two shown here are prolific, the following could be possible.

I started to talk about autumn, but as usual, I got off track. Perhaps I’ll try doing something about winter. Did I say doing something about winter? In as much as doing something about winter isn’t possible or predictable, I’ll try to write something about winter.


Two Dollar

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Last week, I started my 8.6th decade. Yesterday, I got a $2.00* haircut. Well, I paid $17.00 plus a tip for the one who gave it.


Way back in 1947 or it may have been 1948, I earned $2.00 a day for driving a tractor pulling a combine.

My life would have been different had I been paid $2.00 an hour at the Firestone recapping place in Minneapolis instead of $1.25 for the 36 hour a week job.

My YMCA room was a little over $3.00 a day which left me with $2.00 a day for meals and other necessities.

I spent my last $2.00 on a bus ticket from Minneapolis ‘back home’ to Alexandria, MN. There were no jobs there, so I joined the Army on August 5, 1955.

Army pay for new enlistees was just a little over $2.00 a day, but room and board was free.

So, the $2.00 bus ticket set the course that blessed me with the last 6.3+ decades.


*What the hair cutter probably grossed for the ten minutes of work.