Eugene is a punster. When given a salad to eat, he said "Salad for Americans". Yesterday he got ready for bed all by himself, washing and brushing his teeth, undressing himself and putting on his pyjamas. The Romanian gov't of Radescu was thrown out a week ago and the democratic front has formed a new gov't under Groza pledged to extirpate fascism. Sylvia made up a new song "Could you buy me a new song, new song, Could you buy me etc."
Both my sister and I seemed to have inherited the "punning" gene. But the meaning of this pun might be obscure; one of my favorite songs was "Ballad for Americans", which could have been from our Burl Ives' records, or from Paul Robeson.
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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