Joseph Daniel MONAGHAN, Jr

Joseph Daniel MONAGHAN, Jr[1]

Male 1928 - 1993  (65 years)

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  • Name Joseph Daniel MONAGHAN 
    Suffix Jr 
    Born 5 Mar 1928  Iselin, Middlesex cnty, NJ Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Male 
    Occupation AT&T phone system 
    Died 7 Jun 1993  New Bern, Craven cnty, NC Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried 10 Jun 1993  New Bern Memorial Cemetery, New Bern, Craven cnty, NC Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Person ID I717  LUPTON
    Last Modified 7 Apr 2015 

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    Joseph Daniel MONAGHAN (1928-1993).
    Joseph Daniel MONAGHAN (1928-1993).

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    • The following was found on Ancestry.com - it was posted there by user cmmonaghan1 to the "C.M. Monaghan Family Tree".

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      The following unfinished story was written by my father (Joseph Daniel Monaghan, Jr. of Iselin, NJ and River Bend, NC) some time prior to his death in 1993. My mother found it in 2012 after I asked her to look for his birth certificate and his military records. I added some comments which you?ll find in square brackets.
      -Catherine M. Monaghan
      -March 2013

      HOW I REMEMBER HOW THINGS WERE
      By Joseph D. Monaghan, Jr.

      I guess the earliest recollection I have is when I was about three or four years old. I can remember being sick and Mom had to get a doctor for me and that was not an easy thing to do. Money was almost nonexistent due to the depression and the nearest doctor was located in
      Rahway [New Jersey]. Somehow Mom got the doctor to make a house visit and write a prescription to be filled at Pettoletti?s drug store. Whatever it was went away. Mom told me later that I had pneumonia when I was four months old and was sick often after that.

      I remember Charlie and Sissy [Joe?s brother and sister ? Sissy?s name was Mabel] going off to school at the end of the summer to P.S. #15 on Pershing Avenue in Iselin.

      There weren?t many houses in town then and I remember the Mohrs, the Bennetts, the Endlers and the Kniffens, as they were our closest friends and neighbors, and I remember the Laxes, the Cottons, the Olahs, the Woods, Mr. Setterstone, the Jaworskis and the Freezes as being theonly ones living in town. Lots of new houses were being built and quickly moved into.

      Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Mohr had nine girls and two miscarried out of eleven pregnancies: Mickey, Ethel, Doris (GooGoo), Nancy (epileptic ? died at age 13 ? overdose ? self inflicted), Joan and Margie. Mr. and Mrs. George Bennett had George, William (Billy), Elizabeth (Betty), and Joan. Mr. and Mrs. Kniffen had Vincent and Charles. Mr. and Mrs. Steven Olah had seven boys. I can only remember Steve, Frank, Fred and Charles. Mr. and Mrs. Woods had three sons George, Harold and Leslie Then came the Lowes, the Cottons, the Steiners, the Demorouses, the Bonomolas, the Heimlics, the Mecadoes, the Jermolowitz (name changed to Lenard), the Hammils (2 families), the Hamiltons, the O?Neils (2 families), Tomassos (4 families), the Frosts, the Fosters (2 families), the Breens (2 families), the Reilys (2 families), the Johnstons, the Johsons, the Burkes, the Kleins, the Voltares, the Gilroys, the Bergers, the Byrds, the Yonkies, the Brennens, the Germans, the Slucks, the Schmidts, the Tuttles, the O?Dells, the Bowers, the Coopers, the Quigleys, the Frasers, the Orlowskis, the Lunas, the McDowells, the Sweitz, the Legonies, the Olecsiacs, the Jacobs, the Anders, the Thomisinas, the Huttermans, the Toupics, the Carbones, the Sepanskis, the Pierces, the Lamottas, the Olivers, and the O?Connells, the Mastrangelos, the Finks, the Funks, the Petersons, the Gebhards, the Ulicks, the Drennans, the Coans, the Painters, the Katons, the Brittons, the Hesses, the Minchilas, the Thames, the Cosgroves, the Gunthers, the Pettipaws, the Morrisons, the Morgans, the Christensens, the Whalens, the Keaners, the Cusiaks, the Ciccones, the Lamolies, the Kochs, the Raphaels, the Rasmussens, the Ryans, the Brinkmans, the Reedys, the Ziggenbaulds,the Rappocharles, the Recwahs and other families I can?t remember now, moved into Iselin.
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      I remember Mom [Mabel Emma (Keve) Monaghan] taking me with her to Jersey City to visit Grandma [Alice Elinor (Gay) (Tighe) Keve]. We would walk down to the railroad tracks which were a grade crossing at Middlesex-Essex Turnpike and Green Street and wait for a train to show up. If one came, Mom would go to the engine to see if Mr. Mohr was driving it. If he was, I got to ride in the engine with him. He was my Godfather.

      They were steam locomotives at that time and used to pick up water at the tank that was located by the track just past the Iselin Inn, which is now a tavern [Flip?s Tavern -- which was razed in 2010]. Even on the coldest days it was warm up there in that engine but most people used to complain about how much soot the engine used to spit out of the stack all over their clothes. They couldn?t wait to see the new electric trains Pennsylvania Railroad was planning to run.

      Every once in awhile someone would try to cross the tracks when a train was coming and would jump out and watch the train hit the car or get killed. It happened often enough for the State to order the railroad to enter [into] an agreement with the State to build the overpass and realign Middlesex Avenue from where Middlesex Avenue now hits Lincoln Highway, and the State would build from there heading north to St. Georges Avenue.

      I used to go down to sit on the high ground where the Presbyterian Church property is to watch the workers dig out the ground and place the forms for the concrete bridge; and the railroad workers had to place new rails, so there was lots to watch. Mom was always looking for me and finally got wise to where I was all the time. Over the next several years the railroad put up the station, had gravel spread out for a platform and started to place the towers for the electric wires as electric trains were on order -- all this while the Country was suffering from the great depression.

      The railroad in all their haste to be domineering in all this activity forgot to read the right of way rules signed with all the people who lived along the railroad tracks. When all the construction work was completed, the railroad wanted to have a celebration by having a party at the new underpass. To their surprise on that date when all this partying was to take place, Mrs. Burger put her rocking chair on the track and sat on it demanding the railroad pay a fee for their trains to cross over her land as that was where the new tracks were laid. The railroad never purchased right of way over that ground. The whole mess wound up in court and surprising enough Mrs. Burger won her case. She took the money offer but held out for something more important to her and the railroad finally conceded to her demand. One day each year she would notify the railroad that she was going to exercise her right as agreed to by her case and shut down the railroad in both directions for half a day by sitting in her rocking chair on the tracks being observed by police and railroad officials. This went on for about five years. She was a gutzy lady! About this time the water company built their building on the corner of Middlesex Avenue and Lincoln Highway and that building is still there.

      The Presbyterian Church was a small house that sat where the present structure is. It faced Oak Tree Road and could hold fifty or sixty people at a time. The church had an addition in the early forties to accommodate a bigger crowd. Dr. Barenberg was minister there then and milked the church funds by traveling all over the world preaching his own doctrines and had to be ousted by the elders upon his return but was never prosecuted and went to Metuchen to do it all over again.
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      St. Cecelia?s was a tiny house also with one tiny room behind the altar for vestments and a confessional. It also could not hold more than maybe fifty people. It was a structure [?The Little White Church? replaced by an Army quonset hut in 1948 ? church and school construction began in 1950 ? new church built in the late 1980s or early 1990s] obtained from the Army hospital and barracks that were up Middlesex Avenue by Freemans Pond, and moved down to its location facing Middlesex Ave. where the driveway to the Chancery office is today. Father Brennan had a tough time living in an old two story building and a barn behind the church where the convent is now. There were just no funds as money was so tight due to the depression, so everyone had to work wherever there was a penny to be had. A lot of time was spent working at the church as there was lots of time but no money there either for wages or for repairs. A lot of men went off to the CCCs to work for the government or went on relief. Lots of young men went to prison as they couldn?t cope with the situation and became so bad that when they were released they would do some stupid thing and go right back to prison. The youngest offenders went to Jamesburg Boys Reformatory, the older ones when to state prison in Trenton or Rahway.

      Grandma [Alice Keve] lived on Princeton Avenue in Jersey City and just over the back fence were the railroad tracks into the freight yards. From the second floor windows you could look right at the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor. It was quite a sight. Aunt Mamie and Uncle Norman (Keve) with Bruddy, Emma and Eddie lived on the third floor so we would get to visit them as well as Uncle Charlie (Tighe) (widower), Gladys and Millie who lived on the first floor.

      It was always an adventure going to visit them in Jersey City. You never knew who was going to be home besides Grandma or what they might be doing. If it was wash day, you got involved with them helping to boil the dirty clothes in a big brass tub cooking on the kitchen wood burning stove. The soap was always a Colgate product as all of them worked at Colgate?s, including Dad. We would go to the railway station and meet Daddy at the track, get on the train together and talk with him all the way home. We were poor but I didn?t know it and always felt good about being able to do this often. At that time, kids under seven rode free and over seven but under fifteen paid half fare. We had a lot of other relatives living in Jersey City and got to visit them often too. Uncle Oliver and Aunt Alice ([Tighe] Stringham) with Dot and Ollie lived on Grand Avenue, Uncle Willy and the rest of the Brains (a large family) lived also downtown but I don?t remember the address. I also had others I called aunt or cousin that may or may not have been real relatives as my Grandmother would take other people under her wing and saw them through the depression. These same people would all get into Uncle Charlie?s car and come to Iselin and visit for the day and bring all kinds of work for Mom to do between visits. Mom never refused to do those things as they were family and family did things for each other, that was all there was to it.

      My first day of school was a doozy ? Mrs. Whitehead was old and tiny and the whole class was almost as big as she was but she knew how to get us to do things. I don?t think many teachers had any formal training except Mr. Boylan who later became superindendant of schools for Woodbridge Township and proved how much smarter his teachers were than him. Kindergarten was not bad at all, and then came first grade and real subjects to learn and homework galore. What happened to all the good times I thought I was going to have? Billy Green, Billy Bennett, Walter Carvin, Ralph Carbone, Angelo Pettoletti, Tom O?Neil, Jack Hamilton, Buddy Sweitz,
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      Violet Heimlick, Betty Luna, Nancy Mohr, Joe Bonomola, Gene Forster, Mary Brenen, Edward Johnson, John Pinto, Brud Ciccone, Buddy Breen, John Gunther, Vincent Lake, Mary Drenen, James Orlowski, Billy Funk, Robert Fink, George Gebhard, Pete Lamolie, Gene Tomasso, Thomas Quigley, John Mastrangelo, Wilber Painter, Silvia Neery, and Margie Olah were some of my classmates all the way through eighth grade.

      We all started Woodbridge High School at Baron Street in Woodbridge and by Friday morning I had had several confrontations with the faculty and decided that it was better to get out of this school system or there would be more trouble coming. All summer long Mom had been trying to find a way to get me into Saint Peters High in New Brunswick and my attitude about Woodbridge High forced the issue. I never saw Mom so mad at me in all my life but she made another try to get me into St. Peters, who didn?t want me as I was not an honor roll student. Her efforts worked because I started there Monday morning as a freshman in Santa Maria Hall with a whole new start and with all new classmates. About a month later Tom O?Neill showed up and was put into the same class. By the way, this was the first time either of us ever had a real problem at school and I was a little surprised to see him. Tom was always on the honor roll so his problem interested me quite a bit. It took me about a month to get him to talk about it. He had a clash with the same teacher and ran into the same attitude problem with the principal that I experienced. Tom and I continued to be best friends being in the same classes, went everywhere together and teamed up with another friend we made by the name of George Chinchar who lived in Metuchen.

      Back in third grade, I remember Nancy was sick a lot and used to go into violent convulsions. Us kids who knew her all of her life thought nothing of it, but the teachers made a big thing out of it and constantly kept Mr. and Mrs. Mohr coming to school to get her instead of letting the place get back to normal. This happened too many times and Mr. Mohr finally told the teachers to do their jobs and learn something about tact and human feelings as this was hard on Nancy as well as on them. Eventually the teachers got used to these interruptions that only lasted about a minute and all was well again. This grade we were introduced to math, novels, poetry, music, history, geography and health. We found out quick that we didn?t know much at all. The worst part was the homework which was so heavy, and we had to learn some things on our own as there was not enough time during classes to cover it, but we all had to pass the test that the State sent the school or the school wouldn?t be accredited. Trying to do homework with my father asking a barrage of questions was next to impossible, so I took to doing my homework after school and said it was all done when he asked about it. I didn?t go to Charlie or Sissy as they had enough of their own to do. Mom was not much good at it either, as she learned most of the subjects some other way and only confused me more. Fourth grade was taught by a real nice teacher who sat down with each person and helped them over their weak spots. She even taught us guys how to play baseball, how to swing the bat and to follow the rules used in real games. She was quite a gal! I can?t remember what her name was in fourth grade but she married Mr. Troutwine when I was in seventh grade and he was my teacher then. Third, fourth, fifth and sixth grades were taught in the portable classrooms, wooden structures connected to the main building by a hall. They were cold in the winter, even though heated by coal stoves, as the buildings were not insulated and as hot as blazes during the warmer months. Sometimes so hot that we were taken outside and sat under the trees by the brook with a portable blackboard and some chalk and had class there. I remember one time that Nancy got sick in the fourth grade and
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      really amazed quite a few of us. Nancy sat directly in front of the teacher and I sat right behind her. Nancy shook, reached over her desk and took hold of the teacher?s desk with both hands, lifted the desk waist high and threw the desk against the wall. Like a shot I leapt on top of Nancy bringing her to the floor where she came right out of the fit. She never remembered anything she ever did during a seizure and wanted to know what I was doing on top of her. I told her not to worry, everything was all right. Nothing was ever said about it but I think she felt good knowing she could count on her friends. I became one of the milkmen in the fifth grade. Cooper?s Dairy would deliver the milk, both chocolate and the white, to the main entrance of the school and us milkmen would deliver the correct number of bottles to each classroom. There were always a couple of extra bottles, so we had milk too. That was good duty and the work was not heavy. History in the fifth grade was about Babylonia and just didn?t make much sense. The topics jumped all over the place and were very confusing. When I said anything about it I was told that no one else was having any trouble with it and to shut up and sit down. I told her she was full of it and got marched down to the principal?s office and sent home with a letter for Mom and Dad to read and sign. Boy did that start a ruckus. Wow! School the next day was like going onto a battlefield. Everyone in school knew there was a royal battle going on in the office about me, the troublemaker.

      When I was a boy my cousin lived across the street [La Guardia Avenue] and we were both about three years old. In those times they didn?t have electric irons but used an iron heated over a gas burner on the stove that could be rested on a trivet on the ironing board. I remember the irons being so hot that they would change color. Everyone knew how dangerous the iron was when it was hot but once in awhile you would hear of someone dropping or knocking over the iron and you would get the shivers just thinking of it. One day my cousin bumped into the ironing board and the iron hit him on the knee burning him very badly. All sorts of home remedies were used as the nearest doctor was located in Rahway and there was little or no transportation most of the time. It got so bad that eventually he did see a doctor but by that time gangrene had set in and he went into shock and died. I remember how sad everyone was and how much crying was going on. That was my first experience with death. The Endler?s were never the same after that. They had a girl that was older, about Sissy?s age, her name was Frances and she was always nice to me.

      John and Ruth Endler had a small house like ours but the garage had a very high, steep roof. One day we had a hurricane [probably the 1938 hurricane] and the roof blew off that garage over the Ulick?s house, over the Mohr?s garage and landed between Mohr?s garage and the Mohr?s house. Of course we kids never saw anything like that happen before so we had lots of things to talk about for quite some time.

      Mr. Mohr bought a car shortly after that time and others were beginning to buy cars also. No one bought a new car as they must have cost about five hundred dollars. All the cars were old used cars that had to be fixed up, so everyone would get together and work on someone else?s car for the experience. You would be surprised at what kind of cars could be bought for five or ten dollars with less than sixty thousand miles on them. Most of the cars I saw were Fords or Chevrolets or Hudsons. Once in awhile someone would find a good Oldsmobile or Essex and become very popular around the neighborhood. Of course tools were high in demand, someone was always in need of a new tool as Ford always made their cars so that you would need a
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      special tool to work on them. I guess Ford forgot that necessity was the mother of invention because anyone who knew a person who worked in or near a machine shop would have a friend make the tool they needed to do the work on their own car. Tools were always being borrowed by your friends and sometimes they were not returned or forgotten about, and soon there would be an uproar in the area about them not returning the borrowed tools. These fights didn?t last very long as everyone needed each other too much to survive the hardships of the depression that our Country was going through. Gasoline for the car was selling for about five cents a gallon and you only bought a quarter?s or a dime?s worth at a time. My father had a Ford touring car with canvas sides and a rear curtain, and it could travel at the break neck speed of thirty miles an hour. It took twelve hours to drive to Baltimore to visit Grandma [Maria Louisa (Bryan) Monaghan].

      Mr. Mohr bought a two door Ford that needed a lot of motor work and he would spend all the time he could working on that car. He didn?t mind me watching him work on the car as I was like the son he never was to have. I remember how well he was able to understand machinery and he always did a very professional job on his car. It was always in need of work of some kind, especially on the upholstery, as all members of that family were heavyweights. Mr. Mohr used to have to wait each morning for the railroad to call him to tell him what trains he would be driving that day. He had a lot of seniority and would get all the long distance hauls or real clean work like running a diesel train to Washington from New York. He rarely got stuck on freight trains. Union rules at that time said that the engineers had to do freight yard work one day a month and he used to do that on a weekend so he could make the better money that the other work paid. In the winter, Mr. Mohr would use his car to pack down the snow on the street for us to use our sleds. It worked real well but used to get Percy Ulick kind of miffed at us as he had so much trouble getting his car up the hill. Mr. Ulick was a good man and soon would get over the inconvenience it caused him. Also his kids got to use their sleds too and he would come out after dinner and join in the fun.

      Sometimes in the summer when the Ulicks wanted to drive up the Hudson for the day, they would take me along with them and we would get to eat in a nice restaurant and see towns I didn?t even know about. We certainly enjoyed those rides even if we kids slept most of the trip home late at night. Mom and Dad didn?t mind me going along with them as we did not use the car we had very much since it was always broken and there was no money to fix it. Dad always wanted to ride in the car right to his last day, but was petrified behind the wheel since having a very scary experience while driving one day. He was going somewhere and Mom was sitting in the back seat behind the empty front passenger seat when Dad had to make an emergency stop. The cars in those days had mechanical brakes that used to take forever to stop your car, and by the time the car came to a halt behind the truck loaded with pipe, a pipe came crashing through the windshield and pinned Mom to the back seat but didn?t hurt her. Another couple of inches and I wouldn?t have had a mother. As often as Pop got into the car to try to learn to drive again, he just couldn?t do it for fear of getting hemmed in while driving with no place to go. He surely would have had an accident and I knew I would have to resign myself to the fact that I would have to drive him everywhere.

      Mr. Wood had a Hutmobile that was a real masterpiece. It was built to look like a limo but was really a tank. That car was probably the heaviest auto built back then. He used to park it in front
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      of our house and that used to bother Dad a lot, so Dad went next door to ask him why he preferred to park there. It seems that the car at any time would start to roll down the hill unattended and wind up in the brook or up against somebody?s house without them knowing about it. But if it was parked in front of our house, they could see it from the kitchen and the living room and if it took off they would be able to catch up to it and stop it before it got to do any damage.

      At about age six or seven, I remember Mrs. Ulick asking Billy Bennett to ask me to help him turn over her backyard, rake it, and seed it with grass. He made a deal for how much it would cost her and so we started to dig up the place. I asked Billy how much we were getting for the job, but he wasn?t too quick to answer. I had an idea he was to get the bulk of the pay so I asked Mrs. Ulick to explain the contract she made with Billy. She told me she was going to pay him so much and he would take care of my pay. With this knowledge I went to work for him and told everyone we both knew how the deal was. I worked for the remainder of the week, four days I think, and told Billy I expected to be paid for the work so far and he said that I would get paid at the completion of the job in about four weeks. I told him I wanted to be paid now as no one was expected to work for a month without knowing how much money was at stake, so he gave me a couple of dollars and went home crying to his father that I wasn?t being fair. All Mr. Bennett could hear was Billy was not going to bring him all the money and he got very mad. I took all two dollars and told Billy ?I quit!? Billy was furious and wanted to fight but I told him to hire someone else to be his lackey knowing he wouldn?t be able to get anyone to work for him. So Billy had to complete the job alone and wound up not getting all the money at one time since Mrs. Ulick decided to pay him in installments, and I don?t think he ever got it all anyhow because Mr. Bennett fought with Mr. Ulick over it and Mrs. Ulick said that was too much money to pay a kid just for crummy grass. Even though everyone was mad at each other over that project, Billy and I continued to play as usual.

      Lester and Glenn Gebhard, who?s backyard corner met my backyard, used to play with Billy Bennett, Buddy Sweitz, Sonny Olah, Joey Leonard, and myself all the time. We used to play games in front of the Mohr?s house under the street lamp. We had some great games we played then -- tag; one two three ring-a-leario; giant step; Simon says; monkey in the corner, just to name a few. It was really great to play hide and seek when it got dark as the only light was from the moon, a passing car, and from the street light. Of course the dogs in the neighborhood gave us away a lot but no one seemed to mind. There were a lot of good times I had with those kids. We used to sit on the curb under the street light making up scary stories or trying to imitate the werewolf or the monster. We talked a lot about what our chances were of being someone famous someday and making a lot of money. The girls only thought of modeling or being an actress or marrying someone rich like a doctor. The guys had more imagination in those days and everyone wanted to be a flier, a lawyer, or a police chief or president of his own company with a lot of people working for him. No one had any idea what you would have to do to get your dream. No one ever talked in school about your future or how to get there. We were just a bunch of kids sent to school to learn reading, writing, and arithmetic like our brothers and sisters before us.

      I remember when it started to warm up as summer was just around the corner. The trees would get buds on them and soon some would blossom and smell great. School was not the best place
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      to be then but we went anyhow. Even the teachers would get the spring fever and be a little friendlier at times, then came cram-time for the final exams. We didn?t feel we learned anything when we saw the questions on the test. It didn?t ring a bell at all. It seemed like we wasted all year going to school to learn junk that didn?t make sense, so most of us got lousy grades. When we got to eighth grade, it felt like going to jail. Mr. Troutwine saw that we had been on the wrong track all through school and tried to correct it by organizing the subjects he had so we could follow what he was getting at. At last someone was going to try to help me and a bunch of other people find our way. Just our luck, he didn?t have enough time to do all the things with us that he wanted to do and still do his outlined job required by the school system before the end of the year. His approach was to organize history, or whatever the subject, into reasonable order (he would have us do that as we saw things) and then go over them and reorganize where it was needed and show us where we were making our mistakes. When the term was over, we felt we were on the verge of success even though our grades were not that improved. The following year in high school, it became apparent that what he taught me would begin to pay off. I had some ego! THOSE NUNS THOUGHT YOU ALREADY KNEW EVERYTHING. They started to give out assignments that could take all evening and then gave just as much homework in the next subject. This kept up until we demanded an audience with the principal and then they admitted they were testing us as individuals to see if we showed any leadership or guts to stand up for what we believed. Sr. Helen Rose was some other kind of person. She had us all pegged. She could predict who would stand up and who would fold. School was very hard but now it was a challenge and almost no one took any time out for being sick or because of the weather. We actually started to have fun at school. I didn?t always have the right answers to the questions, but I sure was having a good time and things got better all the time. We did some crazy things in school and sometimes made a joke out of the English books in order to remember them better. Some of the teachers were in a world of their own and didn?t know what was going on around them but then there were other teachers that were one step ahead of us and that made things even more challenging. The classes that I like the most were so demanding that more than half of the starters dropped out for an easier class. With such a small class, you could go as fast as you could and if you got stuck, you had plenty of time to figure it out or ask questions. Mom and Pop were not worrying about grades now as I guess they could see I was having fun going to school and took the scores I got without too much ado. I had a big group of classmates that were already drafted and allowed to graduate before reporting for duty. The war [WWII] came to an end in Europe while I was a senior so these fellows were trained for combat in the Pacific. A lot of them didn?t come back alive, as they were landed on the islands to fight the Japanese and got killed. I still remember them from time to time.

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