Sunday Jan. 30, 1944
As I said, the house was a family magnet. I don’t remember this myself but the pictures tell the story. At any one time, there were four or five of us in high chairs, on a couch, wherever. Our parents would be nearby. My aunts had war-related jobs. My uncles were in the service. My own father was still waiting it out until the Army assigned him somewhere, anywhere. My mother was waiting it out, too. Maybe she’d be able to follow him to a posting, maybe not. That’s me, sleeping on the couch.