re: #69 jaunte

I have some of my grandparents’ old WW2 ration books, with the little 1” x 1 1/4” stamps that read “butter”, “sugar”, and “milk.” It was as if they only had about eight food items.

I’ve had the time to read a book while in quarantine called “Once Upon a Town”, by Bob Greene. It’s the story of North Platte, Nebraska, which, beginning before Christmas, 1941, and continuing until May of 1946, put together, with surrounding towns, in shifts, volunteers to greet every fucking troop train that stopped there, sometimes up to 40 a day, to meet, greet, and feed everyone on them.

I cried my eyes out reading it. It’s a GREAT book, about how one town, in the middle of nowhere, adopted “our boys” during the war.