The one unexplained memory that sticks out in my mind is a memory of being in my Grandma Grashoff's basement (my grandparents basically lived in the completely finished basement) with a bunch of relatives. My youngest uncle, Rusty, came to the top of the steps with an announcement, I believe, that he had been drafted. To the best of my recollection, that is what happened. He never did go to the service which I believe had something to do with possibly a heart murmur but I don't really know and no one else seems to remember this with the intensity that I remember.
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