Something new for the New Year - my first post to my blog. Actually Cher my daughter insisted my first post be about my WWII memories, so she posted it for me. This will probably be a rambling blog no specific time sequence, I just hope if anyone reads it, like me, you will see the funny side of life.
I went to Florida for Christmas, my eldest daughter and I hadn't spent Christmas together in decades. So it was really special. Cher and Ed are such good hosts and spoil me rotten.
Allegiantair is usually really efficient, I think that they have down sized, it took much longer to check in. Since my knee replacements I usually have to be patted down. As I was standing in line I saw a notice that if you were born before 1937 you didn't have to remove your shoes or jacket. I already had my jacket over my arm, but kept my shoes on. I handed the TSA man my boarding pass and ID. He gave it back and then looked down and said, "You still have your shoes on?" I told him I saw, that if you were born before 1937 you didn't have to. Would you believe asked me to give him back my ID? So I got carded, talk about making my day.
We had a wonderful Christmas visiting with friends and family. On Friday 21st Cher and I went to the 100th anniversary exhibit of the sinking of the Titanic. It was beyond fascinating. It's amazing how they have preserved artifacts from the bottom of the ocean. When we entered we were given a card that was printed as a boarding pass, on the back was the biography of a real life passenger. I was Mrs. James Baxter, (Helene deLalaundier Chaput) travelling with my son Quigley. Cher was Miss Bertha Marye we were travelling to Quebec where she was to be married to Quigley. On the way out, after our tour, we were told whether or not, we were survivors. Most of the women in first class did survive. We were saved but my son Quigley perished. That made me sad.
I always say writing is my therapy. A lot of my friends probably think I need all the help I can get. One good thing if I'm boring you can stop reading, unlike when I'm telling my stories. Just think this is just the first day of my holiday, lots more to write, including my inability to say "water" so that people understand me.
My life so far...
