It was sometime in November when my mom packed up all five kids and an Air Force car picked us up at the motel where we had to stay for two days in one room with two beds and a cot. It was another adventure as an Air Force family.
I am sure that he was anxiously awaiting all of us after being TDY for so long. While waiting at the terminal I still remember watching my favorite black and white TV show, The Twilight Zone with Rod Serling, before we had to board the plane for Paris.
Somehow that has always stuck with me and I still love to watch reruns of the Twilight Zone. The flight was long, boring and noisy. I think that Phil, my brother, got sick and threw up which almost made me throw up. I came close a few times. We gathered up our bags and mom counted heads remember Home Alone as we got into the white four door station wagon that dad had bought.
Yes, does any one remember the ugly, small trailers? This was base housing as we knew it then? Again, it was winter and snow was on the ground and those trailers were like refrigerators. It is a wonder that none of us died from having colds all winter.
Luckily we only lived in the trailers for a short while before we got off-base housing. I think we lived in De Nouches. We rode garbage can lids down the hill when there was snow. Somehow none of us got killed, from what I remember, because at the end of the hill was a huge drop-off. One episode at billy-goat hill involved my brother Phil and me climbing down the hill into an old grave yard. Mom still has that helmet. It is spray painted gold now and in one of the back rooms.
