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| Your 60s Experience | Do You Have a Sixties Story to Tell? | |||||||||||||||||||
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November, 1963: My nine-year-old self was jarred awake by a shrilling telephone in the wee hours between midnight and dawn. The first words I heard were my dad saying, "What, what? National warning?? National warning?" And the next thing I remember is hitting the floor ready to bolt out the back door and the safety of the bomd shelter, because that phone rang in southern Taiwan, right across the straits from what we then called "Communist China." Chancy Kapp, Raleigh. Read more... Table of Contents |
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