Reverend Lowe was in charge of this. I was 9. The place: Fairfield Methodist. What, no witnesses?
Well, we ALL know better, right?
I still have the draft card and my "1-Y" status, which made me technically ineligible for Vietnam.
June, 1969 ... draft lottery number 43 ... off to Louisville for the big physical.
On the way home, I drank 4 beers in Dale, Ind., in about 30 minutes. Unforgettable day in a most unsettled time.
During World War II, drivers were issued gasoline ration stamps. If you didn't need to drive, you didn't go there. Grandpa Martin Kunkel left these behind. I think fuel was a bit cheaper in 1943, even for his '37 Chevy.
Gathered outside the Kunkel home in Fairfield, probably around 1950 -- uncles Ernie Branam, Glen Curtis, Keith Reister -- and Grandpa Martin.
FGS graduation day pamphlet, 1960
Martin and May Kunkel, around 1965
Brother Joel (left) and me -- Christmas 1957.