July 26, 2026
Tag: ernie pyle
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My Dad and Ernie Pyle
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On the back of this picture are the words My Friend, Ernie Pyle. As the years go by, I have developed a keener interest in my father’s war. He left our home in Paterson in January 1942. I was nine, he was thirty-one. He wrote letters every day. Those fragile documents would arrive two or
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July 14, 2021 1 Comment
One day in the mid-19th century some lucky person, probably someplace in metropolitan London, received the first birthday card. It most likely amused and confused the recipient, but they liked it and kept it in a drawer. Could it possibly matter how many birthday cards have been sent since?