My WWII generation parents bore me relatively late in life—when they were in their mid 30’s.
There have been many times when I resented that “late start”. I was always the little kid that their friends’ older children pretty much ignored.
But your post makes me profoundly thankful to be one of the final keepers of the memory of the greatest generation.
Ping to reply # 12.
I also was born (1949) when Mom & Dad were in their mid-to-late 20s, so I hung with older kids, skipped 4th grade because of my IQ, and learned much from the older ones.
I feel as you do, lightman, that I was also one of the “keepers of the memory of the greatest generation”. We are kindred souls, in that respect.