Every few years I post this up, to keep the historical record alive. My mother wrote this.

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18. Thanks for posting this.

While my father was not an educated man, he is a good story teller, and with editing, a good writer. I have encouraged him to write his memories, like your mother has done.

He has written down a few stories, but not enough. I tell him to just write down one story a day. Not in chronological order, just a memory from his youth. I have told him that I will edit them. (He is sometimes bothered his misspelling and grammar. I have told him that it is better than most of his grandchildren (sad, but true.)
I hope other DUers will encourage their parents and grandparents, to write their memories, no matter what their generation.

My grandfather was 50 with six children in 1941. My dad was the youngest and was almost ten years old when we entered WWII.

My dad grew up in NE Minneapolis, but they had a barn and livestock. They sold their milk, cream, butter, and eggs, so they needed the ration coupons too.

Interstingly, my maternal grandparents' family lived in a rural town of 500, but they did not have any farm animals.

At 13 years old, my dad forged his birth certificate so he could get a driver's license. He got a job delivering ice. The 'men' who should have had this job were fighting in the war.