Dear Ma and Pa,
I am well. I hope you are too.
Tell Walt and Elmer that the U.S. Army beats working for old man Doggett by a mile. 294 more words
In December of 1919, troops were still coming home from the First World War. Some wouldn’t be back for several years. One day, Mom took us to downtown Los Angeles for our annual pilgrimage to the Christmas toy departments of Bullocks, Barker Bros, Broadway, and a host of other stores. 607 more words
Readers will know of my regular walk from Lightwater to Deepcut, and that it provides a source of blog posts – mostly nature-related. On my last walk I spotted a new notice on the fence of the Pirbright Ranges. 97 more words