There is my mother with that winning smile and my father handsome in his army uniform. Both so very young and so unaware how soon they would be parted.
Two months later my dad was aboard a ship leaving for Korea, and my mother was on her way back to Fremont to live with her sister. A lucky break for dad occurred when he was one of three men aboard the ship chosen for reassignment to a base in Japan. He remained stationed there as a supply sergeant until the end of the war.
In August 1953, Dad came home. His ship, which docked in San Francisco, was the first ship to arrive in the United States at the close of the war. He flew back to Ohio where his wife and four-month-old daughter (me) eagerly awaited his return.
Four children, seven grandchildren, and two great grandchildren later, they celebrate their fifty-sixth anniversary.
Congratulations, Mom and Dad!
© 10 June 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder