Monday, August 4, 2014

A few August memories

August has come blasting on the scene before I was ready for it.  I know August comes the same time every year but it seems like it should be no later than  April or May.  This is a special August on the calendar, with  five Fridays, five Saturdays and five Sundays.   This won't happen again for 11 years.

A lot of my memories are of August events, especially as a boy on the farm and in the navy in 1944 when the atom bomb was dropped and Japan surrendered, saving us from having to invade.

August was supposed to be a slow time on the farm but Dad always had in reserve a  special task, such as building a chicken house or re-roofing the barn.  One consolation was that we had watermelon and cantaloupe every day.

August of 1945 found the USS Pickens in San Francisco, preparing to take on the Black Hawk Division and then, along with other ships, invade Japan.  We knew that many of us would not return. Of course, the course of history changed when the first atom bomb ever was dropped on Japan.

Not that the world cares deeply, but my birthday is in August as is that of one grand son and other relatives.

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