outspoken and feisty World War II veteran who enjoyed speaking about issues, World War II, and politics. An abominable story he relayed that one never forgot was about a battle he was about to engage in located in the South Pacific. He stated to us that upon arriving at the place of battle, he saw local women nursing piglets at their breasts because the mother sow was killed for food. Later, in the United States and by the 1980’s working mothers used a machine to pump milk from their breasts for their infants’ consumption while at daycare. By the early years of the twenty first century, some establishments were involved in the abominable practice of producing cheese from women’s breast milk.

Lower priced department stores frequently contained a pet department offering small animals for sale such as birds, hamsters, fish, and young turtle hatchlings. This year, mother had purchased for me a turtle terrarium and four turtles. The turtles were lively, interesting, and fun to observe and handle. One day after arriving home from school, I discovered that one turtle had escaped over the four inch wall of the terrarium. Two weeks later, the turtle was found in mother and father’s bedroom but was weak from lack of food and water and died shortly thereafter. Later that summer, the remaining three turtles were released into a garden pond that father had constructed in the backyard. A short time later, I voiced my objection to mother and father about a new government regulation enacted that forbid the sale of these small turtles. The apparent reason for this was that some kids were putting the turtles into their mouths or were not washing their hands after handling them and were contracting salmonella poisoning. This resulted in all people not being permitted to purchase these interesting and educational creatures.

One day, upon arriving home from school, mother surprised me with a dog, a striking black and tan female German Shepherd. The service station where mother repaired her car was seeking a home for this gentle, nine month old dog that allowed their service station to be robbed. Upon father’s approval, this dog joined our other much older Beagle as a family pet. I enjoyed taking the German Shepherd regularly for long walks in the farm area as well as in the forest near our home.

For Memorial Day weekend, mother and father informed brother and I that the family would be vacationing for a few days at a town located along the coastline of New Jersey. I was pleased with this short beach excursion but was concerned with the care of our pets while we were away. Mother stated that a neighbor would be caring for our older Beagle hound, cat, and other small animals but the German Shepherd, who was a young rambunctious dog and in estrus, would be placed in a kennel because of concerns that she would be too difficult for the neighbor to handle. So the German Shepherd was dropped off at the kennel just prior to us entering the interstate highway which was about ten miles from our home. On our return and before arriving home, we stopped at the kennel to retrieve the dog. At that time, the kennel owner informed us that the dog escaped by digging under an outdoor pen. I was extremely upset, dismayed, and in disbelief that my beloved pet had run away from this facility. For days mother and I searched the large wooded area behind the kennel calling the dog’s name but to no avail. About two weeks later and as I was overcoming my grief, mother retrieved me from school and informed me that the lost dog was found and safely at home. Mother elaborated further by informing