Meltdown

I am going to get a note book just for instructions. I am also going to start writing every day. I made it through today and had a meltdown after wheel of fortune. The yard man was here and sat patiently in his straw hat and sweaty t-shirt as I told him some of my adventures with Dad. He laughed pretty hard at some of my stories about my life when I was 18 and during the war years. I have got to get things on paper while I am still blessed with a good memory. I love you MOMXXOO

D-Day

Good Morning to all. I am due at work but nothing that can't. wait. I was watching the D-Day ceremonies coming from Normandy beach. There were quite a few of the men who survived, Dad did not go on D-day even tho he shipped over about a month later. It is still very vivid to me. Dad was in Tennessee getting ready to go overseas and I was in Detroit with his Mom and Dad when news of the invasion was broadcast. Patti was born June 30, 1944---Joe came up for her birth and left on July 10th to go back to camp. I was still in the hospital. A couple weeks later he called and ask me to come and spend the weekend with him and I was not to ask any questions. I left Patti with aunt Annie and literally chased the train but got on to spend the weekend-------I was nursing Patti ----forgot to buy a breast pump. It was a weekend in Tennessee and no place to buy a beast pump. By the time I got back to Detroit I was a mess running a fever, actually pretty sick but that didn't matter-----I was with my JOE for a weekend and nothing seemed to matter except we were together. Joe left for overseas shortly thereafter and I didn't see him again until Thanksgiving 1945----Patti was walking and hid behind the couch because she didn't know who he was. Grandma Thomson had fixed a feast and we partied and celebrated the return of our hero and love. Grandma was beside herself with joy that her "Big Lug" had returned to her safe ,maybe not quite so sound because that is a tremendous amount of trauma for a 2o year old to go through but as I heard later at the Airborne conventions---he more than did his share of defending his country---Of course you all know that your Dad was a true Scottish Warrior and remained so in his heart until he could no longer remember. I need to go to work now. Have a blessed day all of you.Remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. God was good to us to bring your daddy back from Europe and I was so happy to see him and also brought our Tommy back safe from Vietnam. I cried for days when he was leaving and felt a tremendous JOY when he climbed out of the cab there on Chisholm Trail. My love to all of you and God bless and keep you in his warm and loving care. MOMXXXXXXXOOOOOOO