I suppose before I
begin my story I should establish the context from which my life
evolved and took shape. I was born in 1945 a few days after atomic
bombs were dropped on the Japanese cities of Nagasaki and Hiroshima
and the day before the Japanese announced their surrender to the
Allied Forces. The war that brought employment to my family was
grinding to a stop and leaving our family as well as many others
without resources. The last job in Oklahoma my father worked at was
spreading grease over the fuselages and wings of the bombers that had
been manufactured at the Douglas Aircraft factory at Tinker's Field
in Oklahoma City. The grease was to preserve the skin of the
airplanes that would never see action because the war and my father's
job had come to an end.
An uncle who had
also worked for Douglas Aircraft learned that the company was still
in operation and hiring workers in Long Beach, California so he
traveled to the sunshine state and was soon working and doing well.
When they heard the news my parents and grand parents started making
plans to make the move. In 1947 with my grand parents and an aunt
driving a Model A Ford pick up truck loaded with belongings and my
dad driving a 1933 Ford sedan they set out for a new life. The sedan
broke down in Arizona and Dad had to sell it and buy passage for the
family on a Greyhound bus. He continued the trip in the truck with
Grandpa and Grandma and my mother managed the long bus ride to get me
and my three sisters to California with the help of her younger
sister.
A fourth sister was born in 1948
3 comments:
I'm hooked! Can hardly wait for the next installment.
Me too! And I love the idea of context. I can never win at Pictionary because I draw the hill and the trees before I draw the house, which is the word.
This is good! Very good!
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