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The Old Lady in Black

Maryann45 Wrote: May 27, 2012 10:57 AM
Mr. Greenburg must be somewhere around my age to have the same type memories of that war time. It was nothing directly affected me and my understanding. I have a couple of uncles gone somewhere, my parents complained about no sugar for their coffee, I saw cars with no tires running on the rims but I was young enough to not realize that was not normal. I remember the day it was over and the sense of relief the entire country seemed to feel. I am certain a world war would mean a whole lot more to me today and certainly hope I nor no one else ever sees it.

The most vivid memories aren't those carved in stone but the ones etched in the mind. Memory deepens with the years, the way a river carves through rock, slowly creating canyons, revealing old layers, unveiling pain you'd kept decently covered before, bringing it all back.

Sometimes the river cannot be contained and will overflow its banks. You feel the emotions swelling. Maybe on an anniversary, or when you hear a certain song, or for no discernible reason at all. And it all comes back, the joy and anguish of the past cresting in your mind.

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On this Memorial Day...

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