Fritz von Goering
I was a scrawny kid coming up in Chicago during the depression and no one had any money. The streets were crowded with the homeless and hungry. I lived with my parents on the south side. I remember going to school; the big, tough older boys would beat me up and take my lunch—a sandwich made of sliced potato and a dill pickle for dessert. Peanutbutter and jelly was a rare treat. I had to carry a steel pipe with a newspaper wrapped around it to defend myself to save my lousy lunch.

A better life was around the corner when my parents moved us to California in the late 30s. more…


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