1968 Our Trip Home from Anaheim
Because neither Wilbur nor I could go to the LAX airport
to see the Allan family off [when they left for Congo] I
my camera to a close friend of theirs, Lois Oswald, to take
pictures. I don't know what she did wrong but none of them
were any good.
All that day we worked finishing all the final cleaning
[in Viola's house]. That
evening neighbors invited us in for coffee. We had an interesting
evening for they had escaped
Cuba leaving everything behind just before Castro came into
power. Both were college graduates and left good positions
in Havana. Early the following morning we were on our way.
I insisted on stopping at Ventura Beach so John and Peter
in the ocean. Wilbur wanted to just keep going so wasn't
very pleased with me. All the time the boys were jumping
the waves I worried for fear they would venture out too far.
I guess it is customary for grandparents to worry a little
more about grandchildren than they did about their own. I
felt so responsible.
Before we got very far along the way my exhaustion caught
up with me. I was in the back of the camper playing Hearts
with Peter and John and each moment I felt more nauseated.
Before we left Anaheim that morning we had decided that if
one of us was in the back and wanted the other to stop, a
red cardboard would be held up to the window behind the driver.
Either Wilbur didn't see it or didn't want to for he didn't
stop. It was a horrible morning for me and a good one for
the boys for I didn't care what they did or ate. We camped
the first night at Morro Bay. Peter and John weren't at all
tired and after being cooped up all day they had to exercise.
The exercise they chose was a pillow fight. Can you imagine
one in a small camper? And they wouldn't stop. Wilbur finally
had to sleep with them. A camper is no place for active twin
boys. We should have stopped more often to let them exercise
When we camped the next night Wilbur and I were still terribly
tired but not Peter and John. They wanted to take showers
so I went with them. Wilbur went to bed. I had intended to
leave them but noticed a group of excited people near a building.
I went over to see what it was and was told a tarantula or
black widow (I can't remember which) spider was crawling
in and out from under the boardwalk. I was afraid the boys
would step on it or examine it so I waited for them. I thought
they would never come out. I could hear their laughter and
screaming from within the building. After a half-hour I asked
a man who was going in to tell them to get out.
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