I was born ( as I was told - on a farm near McGregor, Texas) on December the 22, 1922 - a month early. My father was the principal of the small school near his parents" home, where he was born on October 21, 1896.

My parents and I moved to a college town by about 1924 and my father taught in the high school there. He and my mother both attended the college and met there when she was 16 years old. I have only one memory from those years - and confirmed it with both parents before I lost them. There was a bridge across the river going from Thorps Springs, TExas to the "larger" town of Weatherford. An old fisherman lived under the bridge in a shack and sold fish to us. He ate on tin plates and I remember being very impressed by them. Guess I thought they were silver.

We moved before October 1926 to Cleburne, Texas and my father did about anything to feed his family. He then got a very good job with the Sants Fe RR.

One day, as I was riding my tricycle, the first dirgerible went over (this was Captained by a man named Charles Rosendahl(www.airships.net/CharlesRosendahl). I remember believing that the world must be coming to an end. Guess I saw my first Space ship. Later we lived across the street from his mother and knew her quite well. About 1932, he flew his blimp to our small town and talked with her via a loud speaker. The first airplanes that were plentiful were in this era also.

We had all the comforts of life in those days - light, gas, a wringer washer but, hung the clothes outside, inside plumbing and a radio. I remember my first radio also. My grandfather had it at his farm. There were not many stations in thos days.

Will continue later, hope I don't bore you.