Midgen wrote:
Shortly after my birth he was transferred to Norton AFB in California. I wish I had a nickel for every time he told the story about how the Air Force only flew him (us) to the east coast (North Carolina I believe), and he had to drive across the country in an old beater car with no AC. This was in August of 1963 mind you, driving across the south and southwest on the way to Southern California. Wife, 7 year old, 4 year old, and a six month old. Just listening to him tell it was painful. I guess I was quite unhappy with the circumstances and made it very well known.
This happened to grandparents around the same time. The Coast Guard transferred my grandfather from Buffalo to Gulfport, Mississippi in around 1962 or so. My grandfather had to get down there and report and my grandmother followed in the car with my mom and my 2 aunts; my mom would have been 14 and my aunts 13 and 9. My mom really liked Buffalo, and being a 14-year-old girl I guess made her opinion quite clear to my grandmother the whole way, and her sisters agreed. Of course, I suppose at least they weren't fighting the entire way.
Now that I think of it, my wife got a taste of it too because the year I went to Iraq, Allison was 14. 14-year-old girls and their mothers can be counted on to butt heads at any and every opportunity (my mom did the same with my sister) and almost every single call home I made started off with some variant of "Do you know what Allison did?" Which, being 8,000 miles away, I did not.
My grandpa had also been stationed in Puerto Rico at one point too, although it was in (or near) San Juan when my mom was around 7, prior to the tour in Buffalo. She liked it, and when I was 21 and in my last summer home from college she took my sister and I there for about 4 days. San Cristobal and El Morro fortresses are really something to see.