Lincoln's birthday and the slaves all over the world are being freed from their Nazi and Japanese masters. Silvia still in her crib. Eugene is reading the radio programs for the last two days and finding familiar symphonic composers which gives him a thrill. Eugene got a clay set.
I assume I was reading the schedules in the paper, and seeing the same names as on the large collection of classical symphonic music we had at home.
My father started a "diary" in 1945 (more accurately, a journal, covering both family and current events), and I'm going to see if this is a decent way to publish it. Since I'm doing it as a blog, to get to the beginning of the journal, you have to go to the beginning of the blog.
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