by Gerry Klein 1952: I don’t remember when I met Paul. He was three years and a bit older than me so, for me, he was always there. Like my ears – I knew he was there even if I couldn’t see him.But Paul remembered when he first became aware of my existence. The story…
Willy was 6. At 6, he felt pretty independent. He was happy to head off to the stream by his farm. The stream poured into a dugout that saved water for the animals on his father’s farm. Willy came from a pretty big family. There were his big brothers, Adam, John, Joe, Isidore, and George.…
Willy was nine and George had just turned eleven. The brothers spent a lot of time together. They were best friends; even though there was a veritable herd of kids in their house.They liked to get up really early with the sun and head off to the river to catch fish. The boys lived on…