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I Am Coming!

Author: A U.S. Navy Pilot

Dear Terrorists,

I am a Naval Aviator. I was born and raised in a small town in New England. I come from a family of five. I was raised in a middle class home and taught my values by my mother and father.

My dad worked a series of jobs in finance and my mom took care of us kids. We were not an overly religious family but attended church most Sundays. It was a nice small Episcopal Church. I have a brother and sister and I am the youngest in my family. I was the first in many generations to attend college.

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Milton Long Wedding

Preparing Children for the Future

From Milton Long

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Burma Shave

Below is some information from the U.S. Legacies archives on Burma Shave.

Way back in 1925 young Allan Odell pitched this great sales idea to his father, Clinton. Use small, wooden roadside signs to pitch their product, Burma-Shave, a brushless shaving cream. Clinton wasn’t wild about the idea, but eventually gave Allan $200 to give it a try.

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Childhood Memories Before World War II

Author Eva Whitehead

I was next to the last child, both of us were girls. My sister is about 18 months younger than myself. We would cut out paper dolls and make their dresses from my mother’s wallpaper books she received through the mail. We had some well-dressed paper sack and old newspaper dolls we would cut out ourselves. A head, 2 arms, a small neck, and a flared body with two legs. Then we would cut the dresses to where they would go over the head and hang over the shoulders to below their flared body. The others were cut out the same way.

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FROM SWITZERLAND TO FOUNDING FATHERS

MAYFIELDS CORNER

By: Joe Mayfield

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Freedom is a gift from GOD Almighty

by Anjum Wasim Dar

Rawalpindi, Pakistan

I remember that evening when we went to see our new house. 24 Willoughby Road. I was the excited little child, running from room to room, all around the house. Outside, it was so spacious, so open, so adventurous. You could play hide and seek and hide so well that no one could find you for hours and you would be the WINNER. Two tall trees gave the pillaric grace to the front of the house!!!!

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Railroad Gauge

Composer Unknown

The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5
inches.

That's an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used?
Because that's the way they built them in England, and English expatriates built the US Railroads.

Why did the English build them like that?

Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used.

Why did "they" use that gauge then?

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Uncle Sam Needs You!!!!

Author Unknown

If I could, I'd enlist today and
help my country track down those responsible for killing thousands of innocent people in New York City and Washington DC.

But, I'm over 50 now and the Armed Forces say I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 35
to join the military.

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Thank God For Hands

Author Unknown

An old man, probably some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the park bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands.

When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if he was ok.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was ok.

He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice.

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OLDER THAN DIRT

Author Unknown

"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?" "We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow." "C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

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