July 5, 1945
Thursday, July 05, 2018
July 5, 1945 was a Thursday. I looked to see what events happened that day but it was a fairly quiet day in history. A general election was held in the United Kingdom but the results were not announced until later in the month. On the 4th, General Douglas MacArthur announced that the Philippines had been completely liberated. On the 6th, Allied forces held a victory parade in Berlin.
World War II was ending. On a more personal note, July 5 was the day I was born. My parents were living in New Brunswick at the time. Other than that, I don't know the details of my birth story.
I was the first grandchild on both sides. I would hold that position until 1949 when my sister joined us. Later there would be cousins and in 1954, my brother.
My father was an amateur photographer so I have a album filled with baby pictures. I was a cute baby. My father was a radio operator for the Department of Transport. He was stationed in Goose Bay during part of the war. How I wish I could remember some of the stories they must have told me. My mother had trained to be a teacher. She taught before they were married in at least 3 different schools that I am aware of. They both grew up in the same village. One of my grandfathers worked in the coal mine and the other one was a farmer. My dad was a laborer on a farm after high school. He liked farming. When I was 12, Dad left the DOT and he bought the farm we moved to. It is still belongs to my brother but it is no longer farmed.
And so, today is my 73rd birthday. I have been trying to decide how to celebrate. Our second son will turn 50 in August. He is planning to do some kind of 50 personal event. I'm not sure if he will be going on a bike ride or what he is planning. I suppose if it was quiet 73 years ago, I should be happy for it to be quiet today. Himself will take me out for dinner and that will be a good thing.
70 years ago.
World War II was ending. On a more personal note, July 5 was the day I was born. My parents were living in New Brunswick at the time. Other than that, I don't know the details of my birth story.
I was the first grandchild on both sides. I would hold that position until 1949 when my sister joined us. Later there would be cousins and in 1954, my brother.
My father was an amateur photographer so I have a album filled with baby pictures. I was a cute baby. My father was a radio operator for the Department of Transport. He was stationed in Goose Bay during part of the war. How I wish I could remember some of the stories they must have told me. My mother had trained to be a teacher. She taught before they were married in at least 3 different schools that I am aware of. They both grew up in the same village. One of my grandfathers worked in the coal mine and the other one was a farmer. My dad was a laborer on a farm after high school. He liked farming. When I was 12, Dad left the DOT and he bought the farm we moved to. It is still belongs to my brother but it is no longer farmed.
And so, today is my 73rd birthday. I have been trying to decide how to celebrate. Our second son will turn 50 in August. He is planning to do some kind of 50 personal event. I'm not sure if he will be going on a bike ride or what he is planning. I suppose if it was quiet 73 years ago, I should be happy for it to be quiet today. Himself will take me out for dinner and that will be a good thing.
70 years ago.
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