Growing up in the 1960s

April 27, 2013

My Life as a Prisoner

PrisonOn the Saturday before Easter in 1969, I picked up the telephone and dialed the number for my Uncle Tony Couri’s house.  At that time, I was 11 years old.  I wanted to ask my cousin Gene Couri, who was the same age as I was, if his family was planning to go to our grandparents’ house for Easter.  Gene and I shared the same grandparents, Tom and Effie Williams, and they had invited their children and grandchildren to join them for dinner on Easter Sunday.

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