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Elizabeth Anne VanderPutten
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My family and childhood friends call me Betty (though Aunt Annette, dad, and a few cousins still call me Betty Anne). Several colleagues and professional acquaintances refer to me as Eliz. To the rest of the world I am Elizabeth.
I am not Liz or Lizzy or Lizzie.
I was born at Mercy Hospital in Rockville Centre, Long Island on June 8, 1943 to John Richard VanderPutten and Dorothy Elizabeth (nee Easson) VanderPutten. The weather that day was "moderately cool with occasional rain." I've liked cool weather ever since.
In addition to my birth, other notable events that day centered on the war abroad and shortages at home. Here are some of those events that day, according to the New York Times.
Few of these things made much of an impression on me at the time.
My earliest memory was of being wheeled up a New York city street on V-J Day, August 14, 1945 and people all around yelling and laughing.
To be continued...