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Uncle Swags
6 days ago

Nice story by Mike but the line “Now, there was nothing forcing him to do this”, isn’t quite correct. Big Frank had a conscience and a big heart that “forced” him to do it. What a wonderful burden to bear.

jillie
7 days ago

Pop Tarts are like a giant sugar crazed food for children. Dog food? I had to send that one to a friend of mine. Now I know why I don’t eat those things.

Gray
7 days ago

The wooden bullets were practice rounds, according to a mate I served with in the US Navy in the ’60’s. He was German (and a naturalized US citizen). As an older child forced to serve in Hitler’s Youth Corps, he was issued a training rifle and live rounds tipped with wooden bullets. The group commander was an arrogant officer who wore a knee-length leather overcoat with great pride. My friend said the old officer was despised for his cruel and sneering treatment of the young men. So… one day, they were on a training exercise among a cluster of buildings. My friend snuck around a corner to come up behind the hated officer, and shot him in the buttocks with a wooden-tipped round that tore a hole in the man’s prized leather coat and sent him sprawling. My friend ducked away, and despite extensive investigations the “culprit” was never revealed.

Paul Tolsma
8 days ago

Thanks, Mike. Your story brought a smile thinking of my grandmother. Nana worked in admitting at a local hospital, and when my brother and I got older (over 11-12) she almost invariably worked the 3-11 shift so that her coworkers could be home with their families. Lots of Thanksgivings, Christmases, and Easters she’d be at work, but we grew up respecting that and appreciating her all the more for being so willing to help others.

Crowman
8 days ago

I believe the wooden bullets from the Germans were practice rounds they used in training soldiers.

Cheryl Bacon
8 days ago

Thank you Mike for the trip down memory road with your “A heartwarming tale of a Thanksgiving past” essay. My mom and dad did the same at their service station on the holidays, when they no longer closed on those days. We also opened our house 24/7 when it snowed, so all the guys that plowed the snow, always had a warm place to get a hot beverage and a light meal. We also got a bonus of never having to shovel the snow on our driveways and streets ;). Have a wonderful Thanksgiving Mike.

Drew
8 days ago

Nice editorial by Mike. Like others, I had the “duty” every now and then. We rotated major holidays among the 6 of us. It was hard to work on a Thanksgiving or Christmas but we knew the others were able to spend it with their families, and it wasn’t ever busy anyway- usually a half day or less.