My brothers and I often went to that movie theater.
|Waukomis Christian Church|
(An aside: All those jobs of Dad's continue to pay benefits: My mother, 94, still collects some of his pensions from the Disciples of Christ, the Air Force, his teaching career. Dad, born in 1913, had lived through the Depression as a young man, and he knew what he had to do to offer security for his wife and family.)
Second strange thing. At Kent State, Joyce and I both had a grad-school professor (American lit) who meant a lot to us--Dr. Sanford Marovitz (we still see him and his wife now and then). Dr. Marovitz (I just can't seem to call him "Sandy") was a big help to both Joyce and me in our careers. Anyway, one night when we were having dinner, he commented that he'd been in the Air Force during the Korean War. "So was my dad," I said. A few more exchanges, and we learned that Dr. Marovitz had been stationed at Amarillo during the very time we were there. He didn't remember Dad--but I thought about the strange coincidence that put us in the same town when he was a young airman, and I was a second and third grader at Avondale Elementary School.
Okay ... time to get back on-topic.
My mom's parents--G. Edwin and Alma Osborn (the "G" was for "George," a name that Grandpa hated)--still lived back in Enid (he was a professor at Phillips), and since Enid and Amarillo are only 269 miles apart (thank you, GoogleMaps), we still saw them throughout our Amarillo exile. And here's something to show you How Times Have Changed: My parents, several times, put my older brother, Richard (he was 10-11 years old), on a bus to Enid, alone, to go visit his grandparents. Think of doing that today ...
Anyway, one day Grandma and Grandpa showed up in Amarillo with a passenger. A dog.
TO BE CONTINUED ...