That's the sign we proudly displayed on the front of our house during World War II. Our father was working the night shift in a factory producing material needed to help end the war, and needed to sleep during the day. We made sure the neighborhood kids were aware and steered clear. All street games were played up the street, as quietly as we could manage. Can you picture us playing tag, whispering?
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Playing quiet would have been tough - that was back in the day when kids played outside. Speaking of WW11, I found another packet of ration stickers in some of my research materials. They were my moms while my dad was in the Pacific with the Navy.
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