American Legacies Organization, Inc.

People over 35 should be dead.

Here's why ...........

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)

As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags.

By: Lee Thatcher

Watching the latest Nascar race with my husband, I was impressed by the number of driver dads who had sons and grandsons who also are racecar drivers. Its a family legacy. I couldn’t help but wonder if, by some chance, these children had been adopted into a family that didn’t have racing in their blood, would they still have been attracted to the sport?

by Ursula Furi-Perry

The letter came as a surprise. It originated in Hungary, and that could only mean Mama sent it. Yet the loopy letters on the outer envelope looked nothing like her handwriting. Perplexed, I opened it---only to be confronted by a gray and grim death certificate.

She had been sick, my step-grandfather wrote. She died in her sleep, peacefully and most likely quickly. She didn't suffer any more than the usual nausea and aches that came with her kidney failure.

Franklin D. Roosevelt was born in Hyde Park, New York on January 30, 1882, the son of James Roosevelt and Sara Delano Roosevelt. His parents and private tutors provided him with almost all his formative education. He attended Groton (1896-1900), a prestigious preparatory school in Massachusetts, and received a BA degree in history from Harvard in only three years (1900-03). Roosevelt next studied law at New York's Columbia University. When he passed the bar examination in 1907, he left school without taking a degree.

WWII Trivia

1. The first German serviceman killed in WW II was killed by the Japanese (China, 1937); the first American serviceman killed was killed by the Russians (Finland 1940), the highest ranking American killed was Lt. Gen. Lesley McNair, killed by the US Army Air Corps.

2. The youngest US serviceman was 12-year-old Calvin Graham, USN. He was wounded and given a Dishonorable Discharge for lying about his age. (His benefits were later restored by act of Congress.)

Nanny’s Chocolate Cake

Emma Wike nee Feaster

1907-1974

Fredricksburg, PA

Sift these ingredients together.

1 ½ C flour

1 ¼ C sugar

1 tsp. soda

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp. salt

½ C cocoa

Melt together & mix with above ingredients.

2 eggs

½ C shortening

1 C hot water

Grease & flour oblong pan and pour mixed ingredients into pan.

Bake @ 350 for 30 minutes.

Submitted by her son

William H. Wike

Grandma's Kitchen

Cleaning Tips from the
Ole’ Days that Really Work
By: Dr. Zoe L. Simmons

Every new month that passes by, a new commercial with a new cleaning chemical agent comes out. Before you know it, you’re spending several hundred dollars just to clean your home. What happened to the good ole’ days of just simple cleaning remedies?

BY MSGT.- retired, HOWARD A. (DOC) ELLIS

MORENO VALLEY, CA., USA:

By Betsy Gilbert

Too bad Mark Twain isn’t around today. If he were, chances are he would have added Margaret Brooks to Huck, Tom, Jim and Becky’s gang and moved them off the Mighty Mississippi. Her life along the Missouri River certainly qualifies her for honorary membership in their adventurous club.

How many retired school teachers have spent a decade as a cook and the only woman on a towboat? Not alot, one wagers. But Brooks did, and counts those ten years among the most interesting and rewarding in her rich life.

By Laura Jean Bhadra

There are no manuals on how to be a mother. The majority of new moms have quick access to the most natural teacher, their own moms via phone calls, emails, or a short drive. However, for those of us whose mothers are dead or otherwise unavailable, we must turn to other mom-like influences, parenting classes, or the memories of how our mothers parented us. This last is what I find myself reflecting and relying upon time after time as I face the challenges and joys of raising my own family.