My father, a WWII refugee, would no longer recognize our country

My father, a WWII refugee, would no longer recognize our country

He was the killer of big blond spiders, the fixer of household things, an occasional Santa’s helper. Among his many acts of service, my father volunteered with Chicago’s Christmas Ship, bringing Christmas trees to disadvantaged families in the area. The post My father, a WWII refugee, would no longer recognize our country appeared first on Hawaii Tribune-Herald.