When We Were Young

Growing up during the depression in Eastern Kentucky is a far cry from living in the Metropolitan San Francisco Area. Almost anything you can think of was different.

In an effort to preserve for subsequent generations what it was like, I have set down to words a few recollections to dumbfound the young and bemuse the old. Life was just different, and it wasn't that long ago - to me , anyway, at age 87.

The stories and descriptions are meant to record, to amuse and perhaps befuddle younger generations, with their impossibilities, memories and verbal pictures.

They are meant mainly for my nephews and nieces who never had the "benefit" of living as described, but who have tired of listening to it, so that they don't pass it on. Perhaps this will jog their memories and cause them to record something of their own lives for succeeding generations.