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I will always be available to every citizen of the 7th District. I will not forget that my office belongs to you, and that the United States Government belongs to you. The door to our office will always be open, and more importantly, my mind will always be open.
My first hazy memories of growing up in Virginia were of war. It was 1945, and I was four, living in a freight yard on the Pinners Point Docks down in Portsmouth. My father was a railroad section foreman and we lived in what was called a “section house”, a primitive shack, really, with no indoor plumbing or electricity. The biggest ships in the world were coming in and out of the harbor there, aircraft carriers, destroyers, and battleships. Overhead the sky was busy with bombers, fighters, and cargo planes. Troop trains came into the freight yard, taking young men down to the piers to ship off to Europe. I remember “black-outs”, when we would extinguish the kerosene lamps and pull down the paper
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