My new journey officially began today – signing the sale paperwork for the house where I’ve lived most of my adult life in the Pacific Northwest. The movers are scheduled for Thursday and on Friday, Mitzi and I will hit the road.
When I first moved out west, the thing that was most different was the view, I was used to pine trees and Gulf Coast white sand. The first beach I visited in Washington state was brown and had rocks! “And they call this a beach!” I thought, but the gorgeous sunrises over Mt Rainer (my Seattle days) and sunrises over the Columbia with Mt Hood in the background was my favorite time of the day. Sometimes I would head in to work early just to be able to watch the sun come up over the river, it was beautiful and serene. Lunches would be next to the rushing white water of the Washougal River, loud and boisterous or barely moving depending on the time of the year and how much snow was melting.
Now, the view is changing again, pine trees for certain, no water in sight. Hmm, might have to find some.
Thinking of our dad and his brothers this weekend. Dad and one brother served in WWII in Europe and one brother served in Korea. Thankfully, they all came home safe and sound. They picked up their tools and carried on with the rest of their lives.
Daddy was an aircraft mechanic stationed in England and later, France. Uncle Lowell was in the Army and was at Normandy Beach on D-Day. Uncle Duke was also in the Army and served in Korea (Purple Heart recipient).
We don’t have many pictures from the time Daddy was in the Air Force or rather the Army Air Forces really, since the United States Air Force wasn’t a separate military branch until 1947. There are a few from the time he was in training in Wichita Falls, Texas, and a couple of official photos like the one above. In our grandparents’ home were three oval portrait photographs of “the boys” in their uniforms and they were the pride of the family.
Thank you to all our military personnel. You make the freedoms that we enjoy today possible.