I believe growing up picking cotton on a dirt-scrabble poor Arkansas farm where my dad had German prisoners-of-war working during
wwii saved me through later life's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) of Debt, Depression, Divorce, Despair, Drinking, Drugs, Diarrhea! I remember the day wearing my sunflower-sprinkled dress of flour sacks. It matched the freckles standing in big blotches next to my waist-length red hair. I took a dipper and bucket of water for the POW's as they sweltered under t...
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Father of a dear Grapevine friend,
wwii Veteran Bill Shields, in an unrehearsed moment, is asked what he would tell our youth if he had the chance to address the nation
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