It was September 2nd. 1945, evening time and my Dad piled all of us into our 1938 Buick and to town we went, not knowing why, As we got as far as Whener's drug store on Gay st. we could go no farther, the streets were jammed from side to sidewalk to sidewalk. People laughing, dancing, singing, kissing. never had I seen so many people. There was the firehouse, a band was playing, "When Johnny comes marching home again." The doors of the car could not be opened, I was almost afraid. Japan had surendered I was 11 years old. ....... and yet to this day , the faces blurred I still can see that scene. ..... of blissful chaos .
Time has moved on again, I must tell you of my good fortune to have been in the right spot and the right time to have been privileged to have saved the lives of 3 people in my life time. As I was swimming while attending Malvern prep. in 1950 /51 a young man,
"Doc" Docertie was swimming from a float toward shore had an ashma attack, I could hear his wheezing and struggling, I was able to swim out to "Doc" and assist him in getting safely to shore ....... I was 16. ..... ..... He said "Georgie you saved my life.
I wonder where / how "Doc" is to-day?
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As time and age increases, thoughts you had long forgotten are brought to the front of your memory bank, things you'd not remember if you tried on your own. But let a smell, a sight, taste or voice etc.come to mind and out jumps a vision from long ago, if this, as I write keeps happening i'll never complete this story.
Here in florida there are hardly any ireflies, I as a boy found that in southeastern Pennsylvania we were abound with them , I some times find tears in my eyes feeling tinges of sorrow for my Grandsons here who have seen so few in their lives, when my summer evenings were filled with them twinkling everywhere. Catching them in a Mason jar, glowing softly in my bedroom at night, to be set free again in the morning before school.
As a young electrician I can remember three or four of us on the roof at the Chrysler assembly plant in Newark, Del. watching "Sputnik" at twilight shining as it sped across the sky and around the world. Will miracles never cease?
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