In the sixties we were all very worried about the Russians attacking us and dying in a nuclear war. We were constantly doing drills to prepare for the Big One. Putting our heads down on the school desk and covering up. Getting under our school desks and doing the duck and cover. Praticing by going down to the bomb shelter during our nuclear bombing drills.
Uncle Herman was very serious about it. He would set off an alarm and we would have to drop whatever we were doing and run down to the air raid shelter in the basement of the Munster Mansion. Uncle Herman would be there with his helmet. He loved his Helmet.
Of course I loved his little German Helmet. You see even though he was sewn together with about 1000 separate pieces he was uncut. Where it counted.And he was always getting me ready to take the Big One.
I love my Uncle Herman
No comments:
Post a Comment