While it is Patriots'Day, the real reason for the extended IRS filing date to April 17th is Emancipation Day in Washington, D.C. This was the renewal of a holiday celebrated years ago, but only reinstalled as a holiday in DC a couple of years ago. Wikipedia has a nice discussion.
Other than that, I have no news. It's been another long day.
Be careful out there.
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Horan Childhood History (Martha’ version)
Life at “402” 1937-1943
I’m a little reluctant to share early memories; one always wonders, what is accurate and what is family legend.
Margaret and Philip Horan started their married life by sharing a duplex with his parents at “402” McPherson Street on the “North Side” of Ottumwa in the “West End”. It was at the top of a hill that was notorious for being impossible to drive in snowy weather. I remember very little of our grandparents from this time.
Phil worked in the family business, Highland Dairy and among other tasks, delivered milk in glass bottles to customers in a panel truck, a vehicle similar to today’s vans.. This was during the height of the Great Depression. (Daddy used to talk about people he delivered milk to and categorize then by political affiliation, religion and who could pay their bills on time) I remember riding in the van and Daddy singing “ Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree with Anyone Else But Me”. I think I inherited his singing nonability.
Some of our neighbors were relatives, the Leonards, who had a big family including a son Mike, who was my age. I can remember attending birthday parties at their house, which had a big porch. Mike and I started to school together at St. Marys and walked there (a distance of at least a mile, which would be considered unsafe for children to do alone today). One of the family legends is the day that Daddy forgot to pick me up after school and the nuns found me sitting on the steps of St Mary Church. (Obviously before cell phones)
Another neighbor were the Carrolls; Mrs. Carroll occasionally babysat us.
One Christmas, Marg and I got wooden doll beds that Grandpa Boblenz had made. Don’t know if that was the same year that Aunt Agnes and Les got married at Christmas time (1942) We were considered too young (4, 3, and 6 months) to attend the wedding, but I remember seeing the bridal party and Les being in uniform.
Mother, Marg and I rode the train to visit our Boblenz grandparents who still lived on the farm near Melrose. I think it was before Phil was born. I don’t remember Phil’s birth.
I had to have my tonsils out before I started school in the summer of 1942 and I recall staying overnight at St. Joseph Hospital (where all of us kids were born).
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