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A Grandfather's Perspective

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TWO WAY KINDNESS

Treating others as you’d like to be treated is known as the Golden Rule. It is simple yet so easy to overlook in the hub bub of daily life. Sometimes a reminder helps. I received a reminder yesterday. Our state has been in the midst of an Artic Blast. A horrible time for the furnace to stop working. It died. Soon the temperature indoors was in the 50’s. The roads were solid ice; no way to get off the hill to warmth with relatives/hotels. What to do? Calls to furnace repair companies started. 5-10, a dozen. Only one call was answered: Their service schedule was “weeks” out. The remaining calls ended with instructions to leave a message. A few indicated mail box full and couldn’t even take a message. Looming choice seemed to be get on a service call list and “wait for the thaw.”

One last call was made late yesterday to a local outfit. The owner answered. No, he couldn’t help. He was iced in himself. He hoped to get out by Christmas Eve to drive to be with his family. I could get on a wait list after his return or he knew of another small company nearby I might try. I wrote down another phone number to call and thanked him.

However, he then asked me if some sort of gizmo was near the furnace. Tough question. Papa has never had an easy relationship with anything remotely mechanical/technical. I had no idea of what he asked. I knew that modern furnaces looked different than the coal burning octopus in my grand dad’s bacement. I mentioned something about the furnace. He started to ask more questions. Soon he said there might be one solution that I could try myself. ( I had tried all the tips in the manual. ) He then took the time to walk me through it. An hour later the house was back to warm.

The patience of the owner was a life-line offered at a time of great stress. A kindness from my perspective. It was only a matter of minutes for him. He was under his own stress but didn’t just say “sorry-goodluck-bye. That brief connection with humanity helps shore up my ongoing hope for the future. You can count on the goodness of people more than you might realize. I reflected on a other times when life’s curveballs pushed me towards gloom. My stalled car in an Ohio parking lot during an Artic Blast of another year comes to mind. It feels so good when kindness is extended to you. On the other hand, I’ve always felt better then good when I’ve tried to help others. There is always someone with a need for kindness. Look for that need when possible. Life is good on the road of kindness.

WINTER SOLSTICE

Today is the shortest day of the year. Throughout history various cultures celebrated the event. Seasonally, it marks the first day of winter. When I was young I did wonder if yesterday/tomorrow actually felt longer. (Mere seconds per experts; which leads to the questions: “whoever noticed the difference thousands of years ago? And, how was the measurement accomplished?”) Perhaps it all started so that Pagans had a reason to party. The exact timing of the event may have had to wait until more recent history when an aspiring astronomer put a zillion and a zillion together for a specific calculation to facilitate party planning. (Tomorrow’s the big bonfire! Gather the Yule Logs.)

Papa once had high hopes of being a crumudgeon and rolled over and fell back to sleep on this festive day. However, my ‘ol DNA had more Pagan than the whiner gene so it’s up and at it. Solstice 2022 began as a sunny day with a clear sky. Now, it’s maybe a short walk or even shorter time at a gym as active celebration. Or, some contemplative time. One old tradition was making wishes for the future. ( I wish for candidates that do not age qualify for Medicare.) Improving one’s self can wait until New Year’s resolutions. Or, even later.

Of course, the Winter Solstice marks closing in on Christmas. Only one grandchild will travel this season. Fittingly into an aptly named winter storm. Locally, cold and ice is forecast to be fast approaching but winter’s worst cannot dampen the joyous spirit of being with family. Together with you is my most important wish as it is every year.

SATURATION CONFUSION

Oh, to be young again. This is a familiar lament of old folks. The bromide implies that if we knew then what we know now, the years of our youth would have soared. As if, with experience and accumulated wisdom, all the bumps in the road of the teen years could be paved smooth. Papa has accumulated a measure of experience and perhaps a bit of wisdom. However, it would be a foolish dream to think I’d be equipped to tackle the approaching years of your lives. A certain level of rigidety has set in alongside experience and whatever wisdom might exist for me. I am talking about an intangible beyond obvious arthritic stiffness. ( I am certainly slow physically. ) Other facaulties seem in decent shape. However, I believe what would hold me back is a missing fluidity of spirit. There is a reason your current adolescence is known as the wonder years. An intangible inner force from my teen years only remains in memory form.

From my perspective, resilience was a necessary companion for me to traverse those long ago years. To be young again and make good choices, avoid mistakes, have an understanding of the human condition and plot a sensible life course sounds quite reasonable; to an old man. Missing for me would be an inner innocence that opens one’s mind, soul and emotions to the freshness of new experiences while searching for a personal version of wisdom. Of course, you should try to make good choices and decisions. Yet, hold loose reins on the effervescent buoyancy of internal youth. Don’t fret over ups and downs. Life is very fast in the teen years. You’ll find more sunshine than clouds.

In the 1950’s and 60’s every day seemed to bring new experiences for me. I hope you have a similar chance. Contrasted with the age of the internet, it may seem that Papa grew up in a confined life style. The world outside my family consisted of limited radio/television, newspapers, interacting with classmates, teachers, coaches as well as known adult relatives/neighbors. Yet, such simple encounters had the capacity to knock the socks off Papa. I could feel the world expanding deep inside my core. All good in retrospect. I saw a few red flags when growing up. (If to date, I have?) For example, it was Jimmy S. who beckoned to smoke cigarettes in the alley. Or, Jimmy K. who believed glass windows were invented to make use of an abundance of rocks. Develop a radar for knuckleheads and go in opposite directions fom them.

You will have the same capacity inside you during your years of growth. I wish it could be as simple for you as it was for me. At the time I felt I was getting enough bumps on the ride. However, The your being inudated from disparate sources that are beyond my imagination scares me. You can sit home on a device and be flooded with hundreds of opinions/photos/advice/craziness/lures/ and dangerous material that never entered my neighborhood. Where will you start in sorting through the clutter? That’s a task worth undertakeing because you sure as dickens don’t want to miss out on experiencing youth’s wonderment that can spring from within you. Don’t get confused. Get to the sorting process. Find your trusted sources to clear out the chaff. It’s hard to lean on or trust a digital entity as a friend. Folks to trust are still out there. They remain close to home, family and school. (Avoid the Jimmys of the current world.) Avoiding confusion from digital saturation is my hope for you. I want you to enjoy every moment of your wonder years. I am confident thatyou’ll succeed because you are resilent in your own right.

FUSION

You’ll live to see it. I mentioned fusion with a net energy gain on the horizon at some earlier point in this blog. Probably in a post when Papa lamented the sprouting clutter along the highways. i.e. Huge propellers and dark solar panels. Mere decades fom now, clean energy will exist that will lift all folks in all countries towards greater prosperity. I hope that science even advances the goal to sooner rather than later with private sector input. The old 1950’s ATOMS FOR PEACE concept.

Stayed tuned for a possible breakthrough announcement. As early as this week according to reliable news sources. If you drive along the Canadian highway to your cabin in future years and see clean/uncluttered ridge lines remember that dreams can be realized. Aim high. As an old friend once told me, “The sky is the limit as long as you are looking up.” (I think he thought Papa had directional challenges.)

GORGE OF A GOUGE TURNS 34

December 7th marks a history event that stirred America to action against the tyranny of the Axis. If you get a chance, watch the movie “Tora, Tora Tora”. I think I first saw that movie while in Vietnam. It’s quite accurate. Hollywood made many films that reflect the drama the sneak attack by Japan caused. That will always be in the forefront of my mind.

However, on December 7, 1988 Papa had his torso opened from top to belly by the loving and caring doctors at the same hospital in which I was born. The world’s greatest surgeon, in my humble opinion, performed a quadruple bypass on my heart. That repair job outlasted his career. It’s my understanding he retired a few years ago. At the time, doctors were predicting 8 to 10 year expectations for heart bypasses. Plus 24 and counting is good by me. My fondest memory of my surgeon was his jokes. He came armed with one each day. He always extracted a belly laugh. Perhaps he wanted me to cough and gag on humor so that my lungs cleared. Or, perhaps he delighted in torturing me as an attorney. At university there was often friendly banter between law school and medical school athletic contests.

He came with lawyer jokes of course. “What’s the difference between a dead snake and a dead lawyer on an interstate highway? ……Skid marks in front of the snake.” Of course, I gave some medical humor right back. (I also found that lying to nurses/staff about fuzzy vision starting to clear can get a rise out of them. They want to take you seriously.)

A medical procedure often draws out unsolicited commenst/opinions from friends/relatives/visitors. One such pal said maybe I should worry because my surgeon only did one bypass with the left mammery artery. He said his buddy so and so had the best of the best and had both a right and left used for the re-routing of two bypasses. Good, now Papa had something to worry about. I couldn’t resist so I asked. The actual best doctor in the world looked at me and said, “The right artery is a little bit of a stretch.” Then he leaned back a tad and laughed, “Besides we need to save it for another day.”

When Papa says gouge he means gouge. Many years later a cardiologist at the VA hurried out of my examination room. She returned with a tape measure. Saying that other younger doctors would want to know she measured my chest and leg scars. One is from the ankle to nearly where it counts to get hit. Nowadays I guess little bitsey cuts are made. A racetrack wag up in Inverness claims his by pass was done while the heart was beating. I like a good joke but seriously; a surgeon with a sharp knife has to have a steady hand while a heart is quivering? (Papa doesn’t ask him for betting advice.)Reminds me of my hip replacement without anesthesia. The anesthesiologist and I were talking when I moved my shoulder. He said, “Stay still. Be careful. They have sharp instrumnets down there.” December 7th is a memorable date for me on a personal basis. When you need medical treatment look for a competent physician. One with a sense of humor is a bonus. For some reason I’ve found hospitals can provide unexpected sources of humor. I believe humor cures.

WHO LOST CHINA?

Papa was reminded of this question upon seeing the name of the new mayor of Tapei, Taiwan. Memories from the 1950’s returned to me. China going communist in 1949 was a jolt to the US. Sun Yat-Sen’s dream of democracy in China had been short lived. Like most countries, the minds of the people had not yet provided enough fertile ground for freedom. The US had supprted Chiang Kai Shek as leader of China for many years. There was probably an unrealistic element of assuming he led a stable government as China fought against Japan’s invasion in World War Two. China in the eyes of FDR was a member of the Big Four. After Pearl Harbor the Ameican led “Fighting Tigers” became operational in China. Our countries seemed close. (Watch “Forty Seconds Over Tokyo” to understand why I feel good towards those who save Ted Lawson.) The Nationalists and Communists in China seemingly cooperated in the struggle against Japan. Russia of course had long term connections to the Communists and after the second World War re-cemented relations; including in Manchuria and helping the revolt. Poof! China was lost and Chiang Kai Shek’s government fled to Taiwan.

I think it’s fair to assume that many in the US were shocked when the Nationalist government didn’t prevail in the civil war with the communists. It does appear that folks in the goverment had misread the situation. It wasn’t a far leap to wonder if someone could have done something to save China. Stalin gained influence with his communist compatriots of course and that added an additional question of whether anyone in the US had perhaps turned a blind eye to the situation; or heaven forbid, sympathized with the communist advance. Much of this became tied up in the Red Scare atmosphere in the US at the time. The Soviets were expanding at an alarming clip.

Now it seems popular to poo poo the 1950’s mentality about the dangers of communisim. However, the harsh dictatorship behind the Iron Curtain, the Soviet sponsored spread of revolution in various countries and the theft of nuclear technology were quite real. And, there were indeed some communists in America. Probably a lot fewer than believed if past “card carrying membership” was a major qualifying criteria. Papa once wrote that many in the generation of young adults in the 1920’s/30’s never met an “ism” they didn’t like or embrace. People still are making similar mistakes today. Marxism/communism/mysticism/totalitarnism/and even Eugenicsism maintain holds on some folks. (Side note: It was after all the crazy 60’s but Eugenics almost got Papa and his head shape.)

Most who dallied with communism in the years leading up to World War Two had probably moved on in the 1940’s/1950’s but they did leave a trail. Enter politicians looking for answers. Who lost China was one such question. So, in my youth a ton of energy was spent searching for communist spies. Again, there were some. But, the political side of the search became overbearing. There were more than one but my home state out did them all with Senator Joe McCarthy. I was young but I do recall “Joe must go!” signs around town. It was a big topic. As were the McCarthy/Army hearings on TV. Eventually, the internal hunt died down and US policy became one of “containment” of the communist threat.

(Another side note: After McCarthy’s death a special election was held. For years my brothers and I parked cars on a vacant lot across from the Wisconsin State Fair. Auto races and the fair itself drew big crowds. We made good money at 25-50 cents a car. And, up the block, if Grand Dad didn’t have a wake/funeral, we could also park cars on his paved lot. It was a slow funeral day when then candidate Bill Proxmire came to the funeral home to park. 75 cents was the going rate for a paved spot. However, he wanted to park a station wagon with a huge campaign sign at the corner; on the front lawn of the funeral home. Directly across the street from the fair’s main gate! Lots of traffic at that corner. We boys looked at each other and concluded there was no reason to ask permission fom Grand Dad. It was just a lawn. $5.00 was offered and pocketed for that prime location. For the rest of his senatorial career Proxmire seldom spent too much more on his campaigns. I think I met him another 10 times; he’d just show up at places around the state and shake hands. At the entrance of the Flower Show was a lead pipe cinch if one wanted to meet him.)

As for China, the current communists continue with the ism’s usual brutality and iron fist rule. They threaten and spy and conjole and are a looming threat to the US. But, first China may have its eye on Taiwan. The small island nation, free since 1949 may become a sitting duck. In 1979 the US withdrew from a defense treaty. Free China was abandoned in Papa’s view as another result of lost focus from the 1960’s and 1970’s of our own interests and security. Too often the US gets off and back on a wobbly coaster that veers away from a common sense concept of strength stopping aggression at the wrong times. These are my thoughts as the Generalissomo’s great-grandson becomes mayor of Taipei.

FADE AWAY

In 1951, General Douglas MacArthur said good-bye in an address to a joint session of Congress. I remember images of that speech. We did not yet have a television at home so I assume I saw him during a school assembly that included a recent newsreel. Newreels were short films that highlighted events from a few weeks ago. They were a standard feature at movie theaters. By the time they were shown at school during our bi-weekly or monthly gathering, the news was a tad stale. Nonetheless a few were very memorable to me. (Such as Roger Bannister breaking the four minute mile.)

General MacArthur was a well known hero from World War Two. As a boy the names of the men who had led the nation to victory were well known to me. Eisenhower, Bradley, Doolittle and Patton. Right up there was “I shall return” MacArthur. Plus he and his family had a Milwaukee connection. Later in life Papa often parked in a garage under MacArthur Squre when visiting the county courthouse.

I remember a sense of sorrow at the 1951 speech. I didn’t know the full details but some felt he had been treated unfairly/forced to retire. That a bona fide war hero was fired by the President mystified me at that age. A bittersweet moment to be sure. Near the end of the speech he said “old soldiers never die; they just fade away.” That phrase stuck with me. The words came at the end of a storied fifty-two year military career.

Sometimes Papa thinks “fading away” is not a bad idea. Currently, a second special counsel investigation, that follows a specific 1/6 congressional investigation and two prior congressional impeachments against President Trump was announced this morning. Five bites at the apple by my count. An inviting target but is there any doubt why he feels like a victim? He has at times been his own worst enemy but it has been six years of panting pursuit. Not just for him but also for the nation. Will the media or politicians ever tire of stoking their contempt to a boil? Of course, he will defend. Fight. For whatever reason, it’s an environment he enjoys. Media will be happy for profits from the story without end. Democrats may wish him to be the Presidential Election opponent in 2024. If he needs an infusion of cash to secure the nomination will there be a cynical “cutesy two”? It worked this election cycle. Or, is that playing too close to the fire? Soon the republicans will start some counter investigations. Any such action will undoubtedly draw the ire of the “5” side. It’s all partisan is a claim that is not too hard to predict.

I fear there will be no “fade away” in your childhood memories of 2016-2024.

WASTED VOTES?

When you reach a certain age you will be eligible to vote. That is a special right you will have that needs to be honored and protected. It is important that you exercise that right as an informed citizen. You will be surprised at how many folks simply don’t bother to vote. However, the number of uninformed folks about the issues confronting our functional democracy should also dismay you. Uniformed voters can become easy prey for emotional pleas of politicians. (Fear tops that list.) For that reason low participation rates in elections has seldom bothered me. I’d prefer to have voters who are interested, hopefully informed on issues and take the time/effort to vote being the ones who help make the decisions.

The question of a “wasted vote” most often is discussed in regard to third party candidates. The United States has two primary political parties. Votes for third party candidates, especially at the national level, are often depicted as wasted votes. Papa has, by such a cynical viewpoint, wasted a Presidential election vote more than twice. When confronted by a “lesser of two evils” choice here is how I choose to go forward. If I can’t simply decide which candidate is worse/better I opt out of of voting for a candidate not worthy of my vote. My responsibility as a voter, as I see it, is not to pick a winner from two losers. I vote for an indiviual who I believe can do the job. I fullfill my participation. The process is not simply one of math where I need to vote for/cheer for a major candidate. If the final results of an election are 52% to 46% to 2%; are only the 52% of votes valued? 48% wasted for not backing a winner? It is always easy for partisians to label the 2% as wasted.

The dominance of our two party system sets the stage for a perceived wasted vote by the 2% in my example. It is a main block to thrid party advancement. The “main attraction” focus of elections possibly mutes good ideas/policies that third parties have. It won’t happen in my lifetime but a competitive third political party could rise up during yours. The number of voters who self-describe as “independent” is growing. Perhaps as the two main parties isolate to their extreme edges a yearning for a moderate center will emerge. Just as likely is that the two parties will continue to give lip service to moderation as a draw for independents in order to retain power. That is unless the crazies in one (or both) party drives the experiement in democracy off the cliff.

I do not write on this subject because we are close to the last election. It is because today is Veteran’s Day. When Papa was young all males were potential soldiers. The US had a draft until 1973. Selection for the draft was not a slam dunk for most young men. It was more of an obstacle to be dealt with before getting on with life. Elvis Presley was a good example. He was drafted. Many other men volunteered so that they could pick a branch of service or miitary specialty. Many entered the National Guard or Reserve units to satisfy their service requirement. A few Green Bay Packers who had to get a weekend pass to play in championship games were famous examples. Deferments for school or some employment fields were available to most who applied. But, in the end all males had to navigate the Selective Service hurdle. Most did this in an honorable fashion.

However, a small number outright dodged the draft, as well as accepatble military service. They did that to avoid any chance of going to Vietnam. I held/hold such persons in low esteem. I understood we all were in the same boat and needed to navigate the draft before getting on with life. Most college guys I knew made calculations that suited them and their goals. The formula was the same at age 18 as it was a few years later. For those who dodged I felt that act would possibly catch up to them with negative consequences. Most of the country doesn’t see it that way and has moved on. However, it’d be nice if dodgers wondered if a man died or was injured in the place they would have occupied. Probably unlikely knowing the character of dodgers. It is painful that some achieved high positions in life; including running for/being President. A few earn special conyempt by denigrating those who did serve or thump their chests as if they also served. I don’t recall seeing any of them over there.

Yep, at times there are valid reasons to vote for candidates not from one of the two primary parties. Not a wasted vote. Sometimes 2-6% is a conscious vote.

NOTE TAKING

My chemistry teacher in high school spent most of an hour long class one day emphasizing note taking. He described it as a skill we all needed to develop. Honestly, I had never given the task much thought. I remember carryng a five subject writing pad from class to class but it contained more doddles than notes. It was also a good spot to write down phone numbers and upcoming dates of school events.That there might be a specific method to taking notes wasn’t penetrating Papa’s mind in those days.

That teacher stuck with his point for a long time. He displayed enough passion on the subject that I finally took notice and paid more attention. For most of the first sixteen years of my life, teachers too often sounded as if droning on from A to B to C. However, Mr. S. got his message across: What he was saying was important. Paying attention at times delivers rewards. It turned out he was so right. Good note taking skills helped in all future classes, especially throughout college. He didn’t tell us how to do note taking. His message was that each of us develop our own system that worked for us.

The first lesson I took from him was to focus when a teacher/professor highlights a path for you. You don’t need to write down every word spoken. Develop your own shorthand/summary style. I found that writing down important points helped me retain what had been spoken. Afterwards, a review of the notes, perhaps with a skim of a textbook section on point, put the instruction in mind for a third time. Later, at university, a few students brought in tape recorders to take in every word. (In those days it involved a clunky/clumsey endeavor. I assume that is what might happen with internet classes.) I grew up using the listen, write and then re-read method. Again, establish your own system that works for you. You will discover that you have the primary responsibility for your own education. It takes effort.

You will be taught by many talented teachers/professors. You will encounter a few duds along the way. That’s the way it goes at times. However, a less than stellar teacher does not absolve you of learning. You may need to work harder but your goal should always be improvement. Good teachers/professors make everything easier for you. That is true in note taking. Sometimes you can detect a flicker of enthusiasm in their voice. Pay attention; that’s probably because an important point is being made. If the ten causes of a war are discussed in a history class and a ton of time is spent on three; it’s a good bet to be prepared for one or more of those three being on an exam.

I found it helpful to write my notes as if writing a course summary. Each day’s notes became a chapter of sorts. Don’t neglect looking at the textbook’s table of contents. Lectures often follow a book’s chapters. That can become another point of reference for points to be emphasized in your note taking. (Papa had one professor that was emtionally moved whenever he discussed Plato. Yes, a tad more in-depth study of Plato paid off at exam time. BTW: Reading some Plato is highly recommended.)

Nobody knows what he future will bring. For me I was lucky that I could use a note taking system in my career. Concise is a good trait to develop. Though a verbatim transcript was available, my notes became a mix of words and observations that proved valuable to me. Notes helped me visualize the individual as the person who had spoken. Hearing/seeing, writing and then reading. It works.

CUTESY

No, Papa is not headed in the direction you might think from this title. Still on politics. Current Affairs in the context of history has always held my interest. Television reporting of election results in the 1950’s was more or less straightforward. Votes counted, votes received, precincts outstanding, winners, losers, leaders and laggers; newscasters gave viewers statistics. Through the years election coverage has expanded beyond mere numbers to include in-depth analysis and predictions, not to mention post mortems. Papa still enjoys it but his grain of salt listening to various “talking heads” has expanded into a huge lump. However, I will be watching next Tuesday.

A main interest will be how the democrat party’s “cutesy” game turns out. Especially in the state of New Hampshire. Talking heads tell us that control of the US Senate hangs in the balance on November 8th. Drama! In an effort to ensure democracy flourishes, democrat funds were pumped to assist a supposedly “extremist” republican candidate in the New Hampshire’s primary. They wanted an easier opponent for the incumbent. Find an outsider who liked Trump and had questions about the 2020 election outcome and that candidtate could become easy pickings next Tuesday. ( Is an extremist only in the eye of the beholder?) 3.2 million dollars well spent? OOPS! That contest is now neck and neck. The seat could still be lost to a Republican. (Darn! It worked for Claire McCaskill.)

The New Hampshire race is not the only 2022 primary election is which cross-over money from the democrat party was spent to prop up what the party viewed as a questionable candidate/opponent. It’ll take some research to identify other races of less import that might be mentioned during a Tuesday newscast. (Papa’s best research tools so far: Wahington Post, NPR and Bloomberg.) One election that will not need watching or research is for govenor of Illinois. 30+ million dollars spent to maniulate a patsy must make that seat rather valuable. Papa is not sure why any republican needed help to become a defeated one in The Land Of Lincoln by a democrat. Not being a conspiracy nut myself, there is that rumor out there that many new born babies in Illinois have a chip embedded in an index finger by the MWFF* that automatically flicks any switch that has a “d” near to it.

Best to reject unfounded rumors. What is important is to vote to save democracy. At least that is a top issue according to some political pros for the 2022 mid-term elections. Papa needs to do some thinking. It is critical to oppose extremists. However, occasionally it’s okay to give them a small boost in a primary so they can have a bigger platform in the main election to broadcast their views? Perhaps fostering free speech for nut jobs is the ultimate goal of cross over money? I thought that the internet already supplied that outlet.

Crossover money registers a faint memory of a party’s objections to Wisconsin’s open primary system. (Papa likes that system created around 1905.) The Badger State registers voters without party designation. Back home misguided policies somehow developed that convention delegates follow the state’s primary results. That viewpoint bumped into a sentiment against “cross over voters” participating in democracy. So much so that a US Supreme Court case rose up from the democrats 1980 refusal to seat Wisconsin’s delegation. Apples and oranges to some extent of course. Yet, why hold a primary if it is doesn’t have meaning? And, who pays the cost of such unecessary elections? If Wisconsin was trying to undo “smoke filled back room party politics,” are primaries simply window dressing? So much to think about on a rainy day.

*Maternity Ward Freedom Fighters

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