I wasn't born in a
, like in that Judy Garland song, but more in the spirit of Nat "King" Cole, somewhere along the
.
My parents were driving from Boston to my father's new duty station at the Great Lakes Naval base not far from 'that toddlin' town',
. The doctor said my mother had a good six weeks to get moved in and settled before the baby would come. But, you know me, Miss
! So, I came into the world in Toledo.
It's been pretty much downhill from there. As Doris Day would say, "Why, oh why-o did I leave
?
One of my first clear
- I must have been about three - is of riding my lovely red
on the grassy hill behind our
.
Oh, how I loved that beautiful, shiny, red tricycle! On it I was, to quote Engelbert Humperdinck, as free as the
.
And, speaking of
on the storm, my parents used to zip about town on a tandem, that is to say a
built for two. It was kept in the garage, along with my trike, and the car, of course.
Our car was a turquoise Nash Rambler named
. She was a wonderful car; not exactly a little deuce
, but she got around.
Oh, my, would you look at that!
flies when you're having fun! Now, I know you're just devastated, but I really must dash.
to do, you know, quizzes to write. Ta ta for now!
