Christmas Greetings, 1958

By the kindness of the folks (I surely couldn’t have afforded it from any resources of my own), I did fly home for Christmas, each of my college years. I hadn’t recalled being stacked up over Los Angeles International, but at least Mammy wasn’t contending with a bored two-year-old!

It wasn’t until the next year (or maybe the next) that my TWA flight lost a race with a hurricane, on my way back to school after the holidays. The storm got to Boston on time. TWA dumped us in Albany and cancelled our flight. A bus finally took us through rather exciting wind and rain, and we were actually only a few hours late.
By the end of 1958, I was a freshman at MIT, and Del was a missionary in Argentina. Hence Pappy’s geographical composition.

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