Another kindergarden song: Today our flag is waving high, to honor only one, he was our first president, the good G. Washington. Sylvia out of bed but ran into living room when we started our morning exercises. However she soon came in and watched on a chair. Lillian had a headache all day and I had a slight nausea.
I remember we did the exercises in our bedroom. I think I should mention that my father worked in the Post Office and, most of the time (I believe) on a 4PM to Midnight shift, which is why he was around in the mornings.
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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