Fleeting Memories

When my parents married, they were pretty young. My mother was seventeen soon to be eighteen, and my father was nineteen, soon to turn twenty.  At that time men were not of legal age until twenty-one, but women were considered adults at eighteen. They had to get permission from their parents to marry. I think that may have been difficult for them, but they never said that it was a problem. They both lived through World War II and the challenges that it brought. There was not an Air Force at the time; my father was in the Army Air Corps. He flew the P-38 Lightning. He flew his missions out of France and Germany as the Allies moved east. He was in Germany after the war was over in that theater and helped the people who had been treated poorly in the towns. Many were refugees from the concentration camps that the Germans had, and the people were in need of food, clothes, and shelter. Leonard Smith Stubbs and Rose Carolyn Higgins Stubbs I am grateful to my parents who were ...

I have been sitting here trying to think of what I should write about my life. I can’t think of anything so maybe my life is over, and I just don’t know it. There are a lot of things that I don’t understand any more, and I’m not sure that I want to. I would ask around, but it is not good for me to go outside with the allergies, and there aren’t any people outside now because of the pandemic. I am going to have my head lasered tomorrow, maybe that will help. My brain reminds me of the old TV set. TV didn’t come on all day and on many channels. It had a test pattern that would come on, and that would be all that was on until a certain time when a program would come on. That is what it is like for me sometimes. I just sit here, and then finally my brain leaves the holding test pattern and turns on. Now back to the story, such as it is.   Albert Owen Stubbs with Mail bag 1948 Colorized by myheritage.com The whole family would go to my grandfather’s home on Sunday evening a...