Time for Another Nostalgic Sunday
I'm feeling especially nostalgic today and I know it's because of the poem I posted yesterday. Those memories of prop planes and of being a little girl also pertain to my dad. Some of you may remember my posts about his years as a college professor at a local aeronautical college - Parks College.
(Parks has always been part of SLU - St. Louis University. Back in those days, it had its own buildings and wasn't physically connected to SLU.) Whenever I'd be outside playing, it was normal for a prop plane to fly over our neighborhood. If I would've actually known that a student might be the pilot, I may have been a bit scared to be standing there, looking up at it!
This is how I'll always remember my dad.
Those were the happiest years of my childhood. The summer after I finished 2nd Grade, though, we moved to Nebraska because my dad wanted a different job. Maybe those early years are so special because they didn't last very long.....and our family life changed.
What do you think? Do you have vivid childhood memories? Happy or sad?
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"Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes." ~ Gloria Naylor
