37. Joy and Sadness: A Year of Tears

And I thought I was at at my wit’s end in 1944? So much happened in 1945, that I can’t begin to tell you the half of it. What I remember most about that year is how often Mim and I cried—from happiness or tragedy.

I’ll spare you the see-saw of our emotions, by giving you my aspirin-applesauce summary of 1945. Back then we didn’t have chewable flavored aspirin. Mim used to give her kids crushed aspirin in a teaspoon of applesauce, followed by a teaspoon of just plain applesauce. First the yuck,...