“It is Easter Sunday, April 1945, early in the morning, maybe just dawn. We stand still, like frozen grey statues. Us. Seven hundred and thirty women, wrapped in wet, grey, threadbare blankets, standing ...

“I am a girl, 13 years old, and a proper broncho buster. I can cook and do housework, but I just love to ride. ”

In letters written to the children’s pages of newspapers, we hear the clear and authentic ...

“Ruby wrote letters home almost every week. ...She wrote anything that came into her head: about her children and Fred, her housekeeping, food, clothes, her friends, activities, schemes for making money, ...