My dad's career had us moving every 2 to 3 years, from the East Coast to the West and back again. He was gone a good part of the time, so there really was no male presence in our lives, save for my grandfather and uncles, who were usually on the opposite coast. When my dad would come home, none of us knew what to do with him, and frankly I'm not sure he knew what to do with us, but he did his best, providing for us, giving us a love of history, reading and writing notes. I still have many of the notes he wrote to me, some of them still scorch the page.
|My dad (left) relieved of command, USS Preble, in Okinawa, Japan 1961|
|1981, many hair colors ago!|