American Legacies Organization, Inc.

This is a copy of a correspondence from Milton Long to FTW:

The Cook and Bakers School was at Post Headquarters Area. This was called the “Armored Forces School.” It included Signal, Mechanics, and other support training. I worked with Lt. John Harley who was in charge of the Motorcycle School.

When I was at Post HQ I would eat in the enlisted students mess. They used the students from the Cook and Bakers School to work in this mess as on the job training.

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G.W. Claiborne

from Petersburg Virginia

Hello! This is a very interesting site, I was wondering if you could help me, I am researching a Civil War soldier from Petersburg Virginia, by the name of G.W. Claiborne, The G might be Gregory, but I am not sure. Any information would be very much appreciated. Thank you!

Bill Miller

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Fried Italian Cookies

Legacy of Helen Drozda nee Mihu

12 egg yolks

1 1/2 tablespoons baking powder

8 tablespoons sugar

vanilla

flour-until stiff.

Directions: Roll out very thin. Cut into strips. Cut a slit in the middle (of the strip) and pull one end thru. Fry in hot oil. Fry one side and then the other side.

By Polly Mazariegos

This is the story about my sister Shirley Glory (nee Wagaman).

•Whenever you return a borrowed pie pan, make sure it's got a warm pie in it.

•Make home a happy place for the children. Everybody returns to their happy place.

•Always keep a small light on in the kitchen window at night.

•It's a whole lot easier to get breakfast from a chicken than a pig.

•Always pat the chickens when you take their eggs.

•Biscuits brown better with a little butter brushed on 'em.

•Check your shoelaces before runnin' to help somebody.

Noua Zece

My great-grandmother was French. She was born approximately in 1899, in France. My great-grandfather was Romanian like me. He worked for almost 30 years for Romanian Crown Estate being a wealthy man, having business and traveling a lot in the West of Europe. It is said about him that he spoke besides Romanian, French, English, Latin and German.

By Franklin T. Wike, Jr.

Growing up, I used to spend the summers with my grandparents, Warren and Marion Hostetter. They had a small truck patch type farm consisting of around 10 acres in Mishawaka, Indiana. The main reason I spent my summers with them, was to help out on the farm and while those years created some great memories, I think my favorite memories involve the time I spent in Grandmas Kitchen. My grandmother was ALWAYS cleaning fresh vegetables and canning them. She was a fantastic cook and I still miss the great foods she used to make.

One day I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

I had the privilege of speaking personally to General Patton twice. The first time was on a beach, Nov. 1942, just north of Casa Blanca. There were two others besides myself. The General came up to us, asked where we were from. Told us to be very careful and just make the enemy suffer.