By Joe R.
Grade 7, Pennsylvania

My grandmother was about ten to twelve years old when World War II started. The war put them into many hardships. Her family had to ration their meat. Every month, her family got an amount of meat stamps. They had to give one to the cashier every time you bought meat. When you ran out of stamps, that was it for the month. This forced them to eat a lot of eggs and cheese throughout the war because they didnĘt want to waste their stamps. Every Sunday morning, my grandmother and her mom walked to a local church to fold bandages for the war. She said it was fun because it was only for girls and all her friends folded too. The kids listened to the stories that the adults told. They were allowed to talk but they had to continue working. She knew three people that went off to war: her cousin, and her neighbor's two sons. Her cousin and one of the neighbors came back with purple hearts. Her cousin was shot in the lower spine and had trouble walking the rest of his life. One of the neighbors was a sniper and spent most of his time in a tree. He didnĘt talk much of the rest of his life. When they came back, they were treated like heroes. My grandmother learned about the war from the newspaper, the radio, and letters that her neighbors and relatives got. Her class wrote to the soldiers. One time, she got a letter back. On a Sunday afternoon, she was listening to the radio when an interruption came on. It said that the war was over, the Americans have won. There were big celebrations. Parents were the ones that partied. The kids were home busy babysitting. The parties were real fancy; men wore tuxes, women wore dresses.

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