I was just two and a half when he left and I didn't see him until I was nearly five....a little over two years. I don't have any recollection of his going or being home on leave at all. During that time, my mom and sister were my family. We all slept in the same bed (after I was out of a crib); we did everything together...then here came this person who was a virtual stranger to me...not that I was shy when he first came home obviously. But he did displace me! My sister and I ended up on a sofa bed in the living room while mom and dad naturally took the bedroom.
One other occasion I do clearly remember though was a trip we all took to St. Louis, Missouri probably not long after Dad came home. It was quite an adventure for a five year old who had never been away from home. Even though we lived in a small town in Illinois, St. Louis was the closest big city to us. Two things I remember....we took a ride in an airplane!! Now, that was a big deal in 1945...way before commercial airline travel became commonplace!
|Over St. Louis|
|Stix, Baer, and Fuller|
|An early escalator|