Wednesday, December 7, 2011

December 7

They had gone in to town together; I don't know what day of the week it was, but it must have been a Saturday. Otherwise they would have been at work. Couldn't have been a Sunday, because nothing was open on Sunday back then. The wives would have stayed at home of course, with us kids. Upon their return, my father and Tommy were in the barn, in the house on what is now called Brundige Road. The entrance to the barn had a raised stoop and my father was sitting on that stoop with a hammer in his hand pounding out the beat to the song they were singing---"When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again."

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