“They will still bear fruit in old age; they will be full of sap and very green” (Psalm 92:14).
As of this Friday, March 28, I hit 74 years of age.
Is that old? Depends on where you’re standing, I suppose. To a kid, it’s ancient. To me, it’s just another birthday.
Yep, 1940 is my year. And what a year that was. I remember it well!
Europe was already ablaze thanks to murderous Adolf Hitler. Six weeks after I arrived his Nazis invaded the Low Countries and on the same day (May 10) Churchill became Prime Minister of Britain. I had nothing to do with any of that in case you are asked. In the U.S., Congress agreed with FDR to call up our National Guardsmen for one year of active service. A song from that period says, “Good-bye dear, I’ll be back in a year. Don’t forget that I love you.” (It goes on to say, “They took my number right out of a hat, but there’s nothing a fellow can do about that!”)