A sample, re the proliferation of gas-masks (oft-times seen hanging over a person’s shoulder), is shown below:
I’ve also been writing a story entitled “Where Are You, Gracie Purvis?” and my last entry dealt with a story, co-authored by my parents, about Christmas-time, 1941. Mother described one scene in the following manner:
“There he was (Doug Harrison), navy hat on one side, gas-mask over one shoulder, walking down through the snow.”
Last week, after I came across the two short excerpts, a playful collision of events occurred within my mind.
[Photos by G.Harrison]
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Any playful coincidences pop up during your last week?
Please click here to read (5) “Where Are You, Gracie Purvis?”
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