To: Kathy in Alaska; laurenmarlowe; BIGLOOK; alfa6; EsmeraldaA; SandRat; mylife; TMSuchman; PROCON; ...
1952 - I was four years old and we lived in Levittown (Hicksville P.O.) Long Island, NY. My father, newly returned from service in the Korean War, was an Ensign in the Medical Service Corps, USN stationed at US Naval Hospital, St. Albans, located in Queens, NY.
Our family, which then consisted of my parents, me, and my brother Joe, born in 1951, would spend weekends at Jones Beach on the southern shore of Long Island, where waves the size of boxcars crashed into the shore. In those years, we used to travel back to Philly every Christmas, then a four-hour drive down the Lincoln Highway. We had a maroon 1947 Studebaker Commander, in which we would go through the Lincoln Tunnel and straight down the Lincoln Highway. We usually started at or before 5:00 a.m., but the traffic was still hellacious.
It was at one of those Christmas trips, I think in 1953, that I first met my Uncle Jack Dowd, whose picture I posted here the other night. He was back from Korea with his arm in a sling from a battle wound. He looked at me sternly across the dinner table and said that if I didn't eat my corn, he'd have me court-martialed. That was the beginning of a great relationship - over the following fifteen years he probably formed my character more than any other man than my father.
We had an idyllic life then. No drugs - monogamy was still in style - very little crime. We had God in the schools - and incidentally - largely at the instance of the Knights of Columbus, the words "under God" were added to the Pledge under a statute signed by Pres. Eisenhower in 1954.
Sorry to ramble on - a much different world then.
Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)
posted on 03/15/2012 7:29:04 PM PDT
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel defend us in Battle!)
First, I'm hoping (along with you, your family and everyone else) that you're moving along better.
In 1952, my younger brother was born at West Point Army Hospital. We all drve there in 1949 Oldsmobile (couldn't leave the kids home alone) but truthfully I don't remember much about all that since my other brothers and I were asleep in the waiting room most of the time. My Dad took us home and dropped us off at my Grandfather's farm in the morning, telling us we had another brother and to feed the chickens for grandpa.
posted on 03/15/2012 7:43:11 PM PDT
Great story Conor.
a much different world then
Wish I'd have been there...*sigh*
Not rambling at all....memories of a different time, different morals, different society.
Thanks for sharing.
Good evening, Mac...*HUGS*...30 degrees and VERY slippery outside.
Still swamped at work? Another work weekend coming up?
posted on 03/15/2012 8:04:58 PM PDT
by Kathy in Alaska
((~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
Good morning, CMN ((HUGS))
Thank you for that trip down memory lane.
I wasn’t yet born in ‘52, one sister was, and don’t remember a lot of what happened in the 50s - I do have snippets of it.
I do remember - “idyllic life then. No drugs - monogamy was still in style - very little crime. We had God in the schools - and incidentally - largely at the instance of the Knights of Columbus, the words “under God” were added to the Pledge under a statute signed by Pres. Eisenhower in 1954” - which rolled into the early sixties.
posted on 03/16/2012 4:16:03 AM PDT
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