maurice babb

My last name is that of Conley Babb, the man who married my mother when I was about five years old; she had been abandoned by my birth father, Morris Greenberg, during the depression, somewhere around 1934 or 35. As it happens, I wound up as a private in the US army in Heidelberg, Germany, at the end of 1953, near the end of the American occupation of Germany: there I realized that I could have ... more »

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