I would love it when Daddy came home after a long day of work....we would sit outside and visit with our wonderful neighbors while Mom fixed dinner....don't you just know that gave her a break for a little while. Then after dinner, Daddy, Mom and I would go in and listen to the radio. I really loved the Lone Ranger and Fibber Magee and Molly and we also listened to Jack Benny.
About once a month our neighbor Joe would go some place over town and come back with Polish Sausage....it was delicious....Daddy would slice it and peel it and we would eat it on saltine crackers. I was a horrible eater, but I would sure eat Polish Sasuage(kind of like a summer sausage). Joe would never tell Daddy where he went to buy the sausage....he said "Merk...you wouldn't want to eat it if you ever saw where I buy it! Dad didn't ask after that.
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Oh, what wonderful memories. Your Dad really took good care of you and Aunt Fleta. He was a good husband and father.
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