HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEANNE.
My sister, Jeanne, was born on this date - February 13, 1920 - midway between Lincoln’s birth-date and Valentine’s Day. She was born on Friday the 13th at our Mother’s parents’ (Elizabeth and Daniel Flood) home at 63 west Carleton Avenue, Hillsdale, Michigan. Jeanne was born only 20 months after I was.
Jeanne had a tough time growing up with three brothers - one older and two younger. She had the Irish red hair, and a “fiery” temper. You didn’t want to take her on one-on-one. So, my brother Bob, and I, would gang up on her. (pretty lousy brothers!) Jeanne would fight back by kicking. She had one powerful leg. We got pretty adept at defending ourselves. We would grab her outstretched leg and flip her over backwards.
As a teen-ager in Berea, (Ohio), she spent quite a bit of time in the bathroom. (We had only one.) Part of it was to get our goat - I am sure. So, we used to go into the bathroom and stay until she wanted to come in. Then, we would stay a little while longer. This was a major mistake, because she kicked in the lower panels of the door! Of course, my Mother and Dad were upset, as we were the first renters from Doc Schneider, in the new house that he built. I never brought up the subject afterwards, but I am wondering how they made restitution to Doc. My Mother was always very sensitive, and embarrassed, over owing anyone anything.
Another trick of Jeanne’s: Her chore was to wipe the supper dishes that our Mother washed. Invariably she had “the call of nature” at that particular time, and took off for the bathroom. She would wait long enough for someone else to dry her dishes. After my Mother would finish washing the dishes - no Jeanne - so she would start drying the dishes. I couldn’t watch her do this, in good conscience, and usually stepped up and took over wiping the dishes. When I was through, Jeanne would make her grand entrance.
When we lived in Hillsdale (Michigan) during the 20’s and 30’s, I remember an occasion when Jeanne wasn’t feeling well and our Mother gave her a dose of castor oil. (If you have ever tasted that horrible stuff, you can understand why we didn’t complain much.) Jeanne dashed over to the kitchen sink and spit it all out! There was a slight problem. Mother was soaking some spinach in the sink. Mother rinsed it off and served it for supper that night. I took one bite of it and had the second-hand taste of castor oil! I didn’t eat spinach for many years after that. Now, it is one of my favorite vegetables!
Jeanne and I became very close after I left home for the Air Force in March, 1941, even though she "lost my great record collection while I was gone. It included Bluebird, Decca, RCA Victor, Columbia and other bakelite 78's, during the five years leading up to the start of World war II. As I gathered, Jeanne would take my records to parties, but she never got back home with them! They were either broken, stolen or left behind. In spite of this, we were still "friends".
" She and her husband, Bob Gibbens visited us many times in Vallejo - especially, after our Mother moved here in 1985. We in turn visited them many times both in Michigan and in Florida.
Jeanne died in the hospital, in Stuart, Florida, after surgery for an aorta artery aneurism, on September 24, 1998 - at the age of 78. I still miss her, and her sense of humor, very much.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEANNE!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Happy New Year!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
What a way to start 2008! Things have to improve during the year, after this bummer.
On Thursday, January 3, 2008, it was raining and windy. Nothing unusual for a winter day. But the weather forecast was for more of the same - only of more intensity. About 4 p.m., the kitchen light flickered and dimmed. The low voltage continued another 40 minutes, and then they went out, and we sat in a darkened room
I called PG&E to report our power outage. While I was sure that neighbors had also reported it, I called them anyway. What if no one had called them, because they assumed that someone else had? I am sure that it wasn’t news to the power-grid operator manning the control panel. The PG&E operator told me that our power outage had been reported, and the repair crew was working on it. They estimated that it would be repaired by 12:30 a.m. Friday.
Fortunately, our daughter, Joan, was visiting us at the time of the “dimming of the lights.” She said that we couldn’t stay there without heat, especially since Marie wasn’t feeling well, and invited us to spend the night with her and Manny. We weren’t too keen on imposing on them, but this was an offer that we couldn’t refuse. Joan called Manny at work, and asked him if he would pick us up after he got off work and bring us up with him. He agreed to do so.
So, we scurried around with the flashlight and packed lightly - so lightly that we forgot our toothbrushes. People should practice this packing routine, so that it would not seem so strange in an emergency. It isn’t easy packing in the dark - even for one day. It was great to see Manny. His presence had a calming effect, and a confidence builder that everything would be o.k. Manny helped us finish packing, I turned down the thermostat, locked up, and the three of us were off to Fairfield in the wind and rain. There was a lot of traffic on I-80, but the commuters were driving slower and smarter.
It was reassuring to see Joan once again, and enter their warm and inviting home. Elmo, their cat was there to greet us and check us out, too. He was probably wondering who these strangers were that were intruding in his territory.
Joan had prepared a nice dinner. Afterwards, we watched some television, and then retired to the separate rooms that she had prepared for us. We shared the bathroom. I would say that she gave us very good service for last minute company. Who could ask for more? Just to be warm, dry and safe was a big plus. It is interesting the things that we take for granted, and we don’t appreciate having them until we are deprived of them.
Friday morning, Joan served us a delicious hot oat meal breakfast. A god hearty start for the day which we didn’t know what it would bring. Starting about noon, I called Annie, our next door neighbor, to see if the power had been restored. Shortly after noon - after a morning call or two - I was relieved when she said that the power had come on and had stayed on. So, a little later, on Friday afternoon, January 4, 2008, Joan brought us back home. It was nice to get home even after receiving hospitality above and beyond the call. The first thing that I did - after boosting the thermostat - was to check the frozen food in our freezer. Fortunately, it was still frozen.
I went to bed that night with a very warm feeling - a heart full of love - for Joan and Manny - for helping us in our hour of need. It was very comforting and rewarding, to realize that we had such a thoughtful family. We really appreciated their concern for us.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
What a way to start 2008! Things have to improve during the year, after this bummer.
On Thursday, January 3, 2008, it was raining and windy. Nothing unusual for a winter day. But the weather forecast was for more of the same - only of more intensity. About 4 p.m., the kitchen light flickered and dimmed. The low voltage continued another 40 minutes, and then they went out, and we sat in a darkened room
I called PG&E to report our power outage. While I was sure that neighbors had also reported it, I called them anyway. What if no one had called them, because they assumed that someone else had? I am sure that it wasn’t news to the power-grid operator manning the control panel. The PG&E operator told me that our power outage had been reported, and the repair crew was working on it. They estimated that it would be repaired by 12:30 a.m. Friday.
Fortunately, our daughter, Joan, was visiting us at the time of the “dimming of the lights.” She said that we couldn’t stay there without heat, especially since Marie wasn’t feeling well, and invited us to spend the night with her and Manny. We weren’t too keen on imposing on them, but this was an offer that we couldn’t refuse. Joan called Manny at work, and asked him if he would pick us up after he got off work and bring us up with him. He agreed to do so.
So, we scurried around with the flashlight and packed lightly - so lightly that we forgot our toothbrushes. People should practice this packing routine, so that it would not seem so strange in an emergency. It isn’t easy packing in the dark - even for one day. It was great to see Manny. His presence had a calming effect, and a confidence builder that everything would be o.k. Manny helped us finish packing, I turned down the thermostat, locked up, and the three of us were off to Fairfield in the wind and rain. There was a lot of traffic on I-80, but the commuters were driving slower and smarter.
It was reassuring to see Joan once again, and enter their warm and inviting home. Elmo, their cat was there to greet us and check us out, too. He was probably wondering who these strangers were that were intruding in his territory.
Joan had prepared a nice dinner. Afterwards, we watched some television, and then retired to the separate rooms that she had prepared for us. We shared the bathroom. I would say that she gave us very good service for last minute company. Who could ask for more? Just to be warm, dry and safe was a big plus. It is interesting the things that we take for granted, and we don’t appreciate having them until we are deprived of them.
Friday morning, Joan served us a delicious hot oat meal breakfast. A god hearty start for the day which we didn’t know what it would bring. Starting about noon, I called Annie, our next door neighbor, to see if the power had been restored. Shortly after noon - after a morning call or two - I was relieved when she said that the power had come on and had stayed on. So, a little later, on Friday afternoon, January 4, 2008, Joan brought us back home. It was nice to get home even after receiving hospitality above and beyond the call. The first thing that I did - after boosting the thermostat - was to check the frozen food in our freezer. Fortunately, it was still frozen.
I went to bed that night with a very warm feeling - a heart full of love - for Joan and Manny - for helping us in our hour of need. It was very comforting and rewarding, to realize that we had such a thoughtful family. We really appreciated their concern for us.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Dad's Birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD.
My Dad, Raymond Marks L’Amoreaux, was born in Hillsdale, Michigan, 118 years ago today! Happy Birthday Dad! He was born at home, on a Thursday, January 23, 1890 - the seventh of nine siblings. I wonder what else happened of importance on that day?
He spent his whole career working for the New York Central Railroad. He liked sports - and was a good sport. He had a sense of humor which I enjoyed. He was a pleasure to be around. He was a good bowler. He was a good musician - plating both the violin and the e-flat horn - (a sound similar to the French horn). He liked to garden. In Hillsdale, he had a large garden and raised many different kinds of vegetables.
He died on December 21, 1963 in Ann Arbor, - a month after President John Kennedy was assassinated. He was only 73 - young by today’s death statistics. The following Christmas was the saddest of my life. He was always very supportive of me. I know that he was proud of me, and loved me, even though I never heard him speak these words.
My Dad, Raymond Marks L’Amoreaux, was born in Hillsdale, Michigan, 118 years ago today! Happy Birthday Dad! He was born at home, on a Thursday, January 23, 1890 - the seventh of nine siblings. I wonder what else happened of importance on that day?
He spent his whole career working for the New York Central Railroad. He liked sports - and was a good sport. He had a sense of humor which I enjoyed. He was a pleasure to be around. He was a good bowler. He was a good musician - plating both the violin and the e-flat horn - (a sound similar to the French horn). He liked to garden. In Hillsdale, he had a large garden and raised many different kinds of vegetables.
He died on December 21, 1963 in Ann Arbor, - a month after President John Kennedy was assassinated. He was only 73 - young by today’s death statistics. The following Christmas was the saddest of my life. He was always very supportive of me. I know that he was proud of me, and loved me, even though I never heard him speak these words.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Glenn Miller
GLENN MILLER
I was listening to the local TV-Community channel last night - while cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. My ears perked up when I heard this beautiful melody - Glenn Miller’s orchestra playing his theme song - “Moonlight Serenade” - one of my favorite tunes. Glenn would sign off his radio broadcasts with this song.
Glenn Miller and I go back a long ways - to 1937 - 70 years! While he was a few years older, we still had something in common. He could play very pleasing music, while I could appreciate the same music talent.
Talk about nostalgia! My thoughts went back to that era in a flash. I could visualize driving my 1931 Ford Model A coupe, near my parents home at 715 Oak Street, in Ypsilanti. On my car radio was Glenn Miller and his orchestra playing from Glenn Island Casino in New York. I would do this quite often. After supper on a warm summer evening I would just ride around town listening to the music on my car radio. I had the radio installed after I bought the car, second-hand, for $165.
Your first thought is, probably, what a waste of gas! Back then, gasoline was only $.18 a gallon.(I ,also, got good mileage from the small four-cylinder engine). Compared to the $3.35 a gallon, at our neighborhood gas station, it was cheap, but it is all relative. At the same time, I was only earning $.25 an hour. I was assembling Kadette radios and Argus cameras in Ann Arbor. (My Ypsilanti friend, Jim Leslie, still has a beautiful C-3 camera from that vintage.) So, I had to work about 43 minutes to pay for a gallon of gas. Today, assuming a wage of $10.00 an hour, I would have to work only 20 minutes to buy a gallon! Conclusion:- Things aren’t always what they appear to be.
I was listening to the local TV-Community channel last night - while cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. My ears perked up when I heard this beautiful melody - Glenn Miller’s orchestra playing his theme song - “Moonlight Serenade” - one of my favorite tunes. Glenn would sign off his radio broadcasts with this song.
Glenn Miller and I go back a long ways - to 1937 - 70 years! While he was a few years older, we still had something in common. He could play very pleasing music, while I could appreciate the same music talent.
Talk about nostalgia! My thoughts went back to that era in a flash. I could visualize driving my 1931 Ford Model A coupe, near my parents home at 715 Oak Street, in Ypsilanti. On my car radio was Glenn Miller and his orchestra playing from Glenn Island Casino in New York. I would do this quite often. After supper on a warm summer evening I would just ride around town listening to the music on my car radio. I had the radio installed after I bought the car, second-hand, for $165.
Your first thought is, probably, what a waste of gas! Back then, gasoline was only $.18 a gallon.(I ,also, got good mileage from the small four-cylinder engine). Compared to the $3.35 a gallon, at our neighborhood gas station, it was cheap, but it is all relative. At the same time, I was only earning $.25 an hour. I was assembling Kadette radios and Argus cameras in Ann Arbor. (My Ypsilanti friend, Jim Leslie, still has a beautiful C-3 camera from that vintage.) So, I had to work about 43 minutes to pay for a gallon of gas. Today, assuming a wage of $10.00 an hour, I would have to work only 20 minutes to buy a gallon! Conclusion:- Things aren’t always what they appear to be.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Bud
My Friend Bud.
Arthur Eldred Bauer, Jr., known to his family and friends as Bud, died on Sunday, October 28, 2007, at the age of 92! He would have been 93 on January 25, 2008. Bud was my friend! I think he was the friend of everyone he came in contact with - because he was friendly. I have never met anyone who was closer to his family than Bud. They supported each other, and liked each other. There is nothing Bud would rather do than be with his extended family. He was so proud of each of them.
Bud and I were big sports fans - he bigger than me. We were both partial-season ticket holders fro the Oakland Athletics baseball games. While we didn’t have exactly the same plans, we did attend many of the same games. We rode the Vallejo bus - Bart link - in to the El Cerrito BART station, where we caught the train which took us to the Coliseum station. In fact, during one of these trips, is where I met Bud. We sat together many times afterwards - both on the bus and onBART. Bud did most of the talking, because I would always ask him what was new with his family? He surely knew what was going on in the family, and he would tell me about their promotions, travels, what was going on in their jobs, the marriages, masters degrees, and other interesting events. Some people would not cozy up to such talk. But, I really enjoyed it. His tone was not one of bragging but just pure pride. I can still see the gleam in his eyes and his face light up, when he mentioned that all three of his sons - their wives - and two grandsons - were all - not only college graduates - but most of them also had their Masters degrees! Bud finished college and joined the Navy during World War II.
I would take a sandwich to the A's games, but Bud would just have a small bag of peanuts in his pocket. I thought that he just skipped lunch until he told me that he liked to get a sandwich and drink in the Westside Club.
Bud was at the October 17, 1989 World Series game, between the San Francisco Giants and Oakland Athletic, when the big Loma Prieto earthquake hit. He gave me an eye witness account of his experience.
The new Carquinez bridge was dedicated not too long ago. At that time, Bud told told me that he saw the dedication of the old 1927 bridge, that it replaced, from the water beneath the bridge. He was 13, and his dad rowed him underneath the new bridge as it was being dedicated!
Bud had a zest for life! He didn't let a hernia operation in his 90's, or a pacemaker, slow him down. He went to Virginia last summer to attend a wedding of one of his nieces. Then, in September, he went to Colorado, to attend another wedding of another niece.
When BART announced that the train would be operating to SFO, Bud suggested that we ride to the airport and check it out. Then, we could have lunch at the airport. I told that it sounde good to me. But, we never gotto take that excursion.
I would like to quote from his Obituary:- “He was a kind, gentle and generous man. He was always ready to laugh, and his love of sports was only surpassed by his great martinis, and fun-loving spirit.” That says it all. While I never tasted one of his martinis, I can vouch for his kindness and generosity, and his love of sports. He was a season ticket holder for both the Oakland Athletics as well as the Oakland Raiders! At 92 - with a pace maker - he seldom missed one of the games for which he had a ticket. When we walked over, from the Coliseum BART station to the Coliseum, on the pedestrian viaduct, there usually was a man sitting legless, on a skate board. Bud would always stop and greet him, and hand him some folded money!
When Laura was alive, the two of them, and Marie and I, would get together for lunch. After Laura died, Bud and I would occasionally meet for lunch Laura, the love of his life - and wife for nearly 64 years - died on April 12, 2006. They were very close and devoted to each other. She was a great lady and uplifting to be around. Bud was never the same after that sad separation. He was so lonesome and melancholy! His heart had been ripped out with her death. The family surrounded Laura as she was dying, and they were there at Bud’s bedside, that Sunday - not long ago - when he left this world to join her.
Bud’s son Bernard lived in Fresno. He was a raisin broker. I knew when Bud had been to Fresno, or Bernard had been to Vallejo, because I would get a phone call from Bud saying that he wanted to make sure that I was home, and he would be right over. He would bring me a large package of raisins! I haven’t had to buy raisins for my cold cereal since I met Bud!
I am so glad that Bud’s and my paths crossed in this life. I am much better for it, And I like to think that he benefited too.
Ray L’Amoreaux.
November 14, 2007. Edited 11-23-07.
Arthur Eldred Bauer, Jr., known to his family and friends as Bud, died on Sunday, October 28, 2007, at the age of 92! He would have been 93 on January 25, 2008. Bud was my friend! I think he was the friend of everyone he came in contact with - because he was friendly. I have never met anyone who was closer to his family than Bud. They supported each other, and liked each other. There is nothing Bud would rather do than be with his extended family. He was so proud of each of them.
Bud and I were big sports fans - he bigger than me. We were both partial-season ticket holders fro the Oakland Athletics baseball games. While we didn’t have exactly the same plans, we did attend many of the same games. We rode the Vallejo bus - Bart link - in to the El Cerrito BART station, where we caught the train which took us to the Coliseum station. In fact, during one of these trips, is where I met Bud. We sat together many times afterwards - both on the bus and onBART. Bud did most of the talking, because I would always ask him what was new with his family? He surely knew what was going on in the family, and he would tell me about their promotions, travels, what was going on in their jobs, the marriages, masters degrees, and other interesting events. Some people would not cozy up to such talk. But, I really enjoyed it. His tone was not one of bragging but just pure pride. I can still see the gleam in his eyes and his face light up, when he mentioned that all three of his sons - their wives - and two grandsons - were all - not only college graduates - but most of them also had their Masters degrees! Bud finished college and joined the Navy during World War II.
I would take a sandwich to the A's games, but Bud would just have a small bag of peanuts in his pocket. I thought that he just skipped lunch until he told me that he liked to get a sandwich and drink in the Westside Club.
Bud was at the October 17, 1989 World Series game, between the San Francisco Giants and Oakland Athletic, when the big Loma Prieto earthquake hit. He gave me an eye witness account of his experience.
The new Carquinez bridge was dedicated not too long ago. At that time, Bud told told me that he saw the dedication of the old 1927 bridge, that it replaced, from the water beneath the bridge. He was 13, and his dad rowed him underneath the new bridge as it was being dedicated!
Bud had a zest for life! He didn't let a hernia operation in his 90's, or a pacemaker, slow him down. He went to Virginia last summer to attend a wedding of one of his nieces. Then, in September, he went to Colorado, to attend another wedding of another niece.
When BART announced that the train would be operating to SFO, Bud suggested that we ride to the airport and check it out. Then, we could have lunch at the airport. I told that it sounde good to me. But, we never gotto take that excursion.
I would like to quote from his Obituary:- “He was a kind, gentle and generous man. He was always ready to laugh, and his love of sports was only surpassed by his great martinis, and fun-loving spirit.” That says it all. While I never tasted one of his martinis, I can vouch for his kindness and generosity, and his love of sports. He was a season ticket holder for both the Oakland Athletics as well as the Oakland Raiders! At 92 - with a pace maker - he seldom missed one of the games for which he had a ticket. When we walked over, from the Coliseum BART station to the Coliseum, on the pedestrian viaduct, there usually was a man sitting legless, on a skate board. Bud would always stop and greet him, and hand him some folded money!
When Laura was alive, the two of them, and Marie and I, would get together for lunch. After Laura died, Bud and I would occasionally meet for lunch Laura, the love of his life - and wife for nearly 64 years - died on April 12, 2006. They were very close and devoted to each other. She was a great lady and uplifting to be around. Bud was never the same after that sad separation. He was so lonesome and melancholy! His heart had been ripped out with her death. The family surrounded Laura as she was dying, and they were there at Bud’s bedside, that Sunday - not long ago - when he left this world to join her.
Bud’s son Bernard lived in Fresno. He was a raisin broker. I knew when Bud had been to Fresno, or Bernard had been to Vallejo, because I would get a phone call from Bud saying that he wanted to make sure that I was home, and he would be right over. He would bring me a large package of raisins! I haven’t had to buy raisins for my cold cereal since I met Bud!
I am so glad that Bud’s and my paths crossed in this life. I am much better for it, And I like to think that he benefited too.
Ray L’Amoreaux.
November 14, 2007. Edited 11-23-07.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
November 11, 1918.
November 11, 1918 - November 11, 2007.
Today is Veterans’ Day. I was born 89 years ago today! Back then, it was Armistice Day - the end of World War I. The Peace treaty, between Germany, England, France and the United States was signed at Versailles at 11am (France time), on Monday, November 11, 1918 (6 a.m. Michigan time). I was born at home (9 South Howder Street, Hillsdale, Michigan, twenty minutes later.
My Mother told me all about the wild celebration in the streets that morning - celebrating the end of the war. She said the people were waving American flags, hugging and kissing, dancing, whooping and hollering. I would give anything to have recalled all this excitement. I probably thought that they were celebrating my arrival!
My Mother also told me about the hours preceding my birth. She told about the doctor walking up to the house Sunday night, smoking a cigar. (I only wish that I had asked her how the doctor got there? - walk? Horseback? Car? Bicycle?) Dr. Greene placed his cigar on the porch railing, and went in the house to check on my mom. He decided that I wasn’t ready to appear, so he decided to stay all night! He slept on the davenport in the living room. At 6;20 the next morning, he delivered me. I have often wondered what the doctor charged my parents - probably $5! Another thing that I wished I had asked my Mother. (She probably would have shown me his bill which she must have saved, of her first born! So, all of you younger readers, ask your questions of your parents NOW! Tomorrow may be too late.
There was a big influenza pandemic in 1918, with thousands of deaths. Another wonder of mine is how my Mother and I survived this fatal illness. This is another discussion which I should have had with her. She lived to be almost 100, so I had plenty of time!
Today is Veterans’ Day. I was born 89 years ago today! Back then, it was Armistice Day - the end of World War I. The Peace treaty, between Germany, England, France and the United States was signed at Versailles at 11am (France time), on Monday, November 11, 1918 (6 a.m. Michigan time). I was born at home (9 South Howder Street, Hillsdale, Michigan, twenty minutes later.
My Mother told me all about the wild celebration in the streets that morning - celebrating the end of the war. She said the people were waving American flags, hugging and kissing, dancing, whooping and hollering. I would give anything to have recalled all this excitement. I probably thought that they were celebrating my arrival!
My Mother also told me about the hours preceding my birth. She told about the doctor walking up to the house Sunday night, smoking a cigar. (I only wish that I had asked her how the doctor got there? - walk? Horseback? Car? Bicycle?) Dr. Greene placed his cigar on the porch railing, and went in the house to check on my mom. He decided that I wasn’t ready to appear, so he decided to stay all night! He slept on the davenport in the living room. At 6;20 the next morning, he delivered me. I have often wondered what the doctor charged my parents - probably $5! Another thing that I wished I had asked my Mother. (She probably would have shown me his bill which she must have saved, of her first born! So, all of you younger readers, ask your questions of your parents NOW! Tomorrow may be too late.
There was a big influenza pandemic in 1918, with thousands of deaths. Another wonder of mine is how my Mother and I survived this fatal illness. This is another discussion which I should have had with her. She lived to be almost 100, so I had plenty of time!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Wednesday October 27, 1943.
Wednesday, October 27, 1943.
The all day- train ride took us through West Virginia and Kentucky. We got in to Cincinnati at 3:30 this afternoon. Wolf and I took a taxi, and went out to see Miss Sudie (Aunt Nellie’s friend). We fooled around Cincinnati so long that we missed our train! So, we stayed at the Gibson Hotel all night.
Thursday, October 28, 1943.
We left Cincinnati this morning. Wolf went on to Fort Wayne, and I took the train for Detroit. I arrived at Union Station at 4:00pm. Dad met me and we came out to Ypsilanti on the “Doodle Bug”. Mom and Jack met us at the depot. Sure a treat to see them once again, as well as the old homestead at 715 Oak Street. I called Ruby tonight, after going to “Forty Hours”.
The all day- train ride took us through West Virginia and Kentucky. We got in to Cincinnati at 3:30 this afternoon. Wolf and I took a taxi, and went out to see Miss Sudie (Aunt Nellie’s friend). We fooled around Cincinnati so long that we missed our train! So, we stayed at the Gibson Hotel all night.
Thursday, October 28, 1943.
We left Cincinnati this morning. Wolf went on to Fort Wayne, and I took the train for Detroit. I arrived at Union Station at 4:00pm. Dad met me and we came out to Ypsilanti on the “Doodle Bug”. Mom and Jack met us at the depot. Sure a treat to see them once again, as well as the old homestead at 715 Oak Street. I called Ruby tonight, after going to “Forty Hours”.
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