We had moved over the summer and started to school in the fall. My sister fell in love with a boy at this school. I will call him BBB. He was for sure her first love.
It was my first and last time to ever perform a marriage ceremony. One day during recess I pronounced them husband and wife.
If I remember right we were six and eight years old.
I wore many hats as a child. LOL
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The flight from AR to CO went well. But after getting back on the ground there were issues that had to be delt with.
The state chose myself, three other foster parents and a supervisor to attend a foster parent convention in Denver. It was all planned and paid for by the state.
The only choice we had was to choose what we wanted to eat. All else was planned by the travel agent the state hired.
After landing G our designated driver picked up the rental car that was reserved for us to use while we were in CO.
We packed the luggage in the trunk of the car that we could get in it. The car we were given was a small one. We had to put some of our things in our laps and by our feet. G had to get out and close the door for me, with all the things in my lap I could not reach the door handle. We ladies were packed in like sardines in a can.
We headed off to the hotel to check in. The drive was going well until about half way to the hotel the car motor was racing and the car was going nowhere.
The only choice G had was to let the car roll down the incline we were on until he could find a place to get off
and turn around.
The replacement car was not much larger but the motor was enough to get us and all the luggage up that incline.
We were moving right along when all of a sudden the hood flew up and G could not see anything but the underside of the car hood. He managed to get over to the side of the street and put the hood back down.
The car we were in was much smaller than the one in this photo.
We finally made it to the hotel and all went well from then on. Our time in CO and at the convention was enjoyed by all.
We laughed about what had happened the whole time we were there and I still do today.
Something I read this morning brought back memories of my first time in the sky.
In the late 1950’s I was off the ground and in the air for the first time other than being up in a tree. 😊
I flew from OK to NY. I don’t remember the flight there. The TWA Boeing 707 jet I boarded there I do remember. Several of us Army wives chartered the plane to take us from NY to Germany. I really enjoyed the flight.
After we were in the air it didn’t feel much different than if I were sitting in my house. We all were treated like royalty and the long flight did not seem long at all.
Some of us had babies and or older children. They made beds for the babies from the seats that were not occupied and the babies all slept well.
The plane stopped in Greenland to refuel. Then took us on to Frankfurt Germany where our husbands were waiting for us.
In the 1970’s I flew from AR to CO. That flight went well and I enjoyed it. Then the flight from CO back to AR had a mix up in scheduling that made the flight longer by taking us to Dallas. After a few hours in Dallas we were finally back in AR.
One of the last flights I took was from AR to OK. The plane motor was very loud and the plane rattled, shook and squeaked all the way to OKC. It was certainly nothing like flying in a big jet. I was wondering if it would make it there. Thank the Lord we made it there safely.
My final flight was from OK back to AR. The plane was quieter than the other one but, it also shook and squeaked off and on. I have not been on another plane and really hope and pray I don’t have to be.
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“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.” ~George Bernard Shaw
