Monday, January 4, 2010


When we returned home from our honeymoon C.C. was making his arrangements with the Navy for his departure to Olathe, Kansas. He had to go to find a place for us to stay. The people in Olathe were very cooperative with the military’s coming and goings to their town, by opening their homes renting out bedrooms with kitchen privileges. We were one of three renting one of those bedrooms with a family that had grown children who were married and live elsewhere.

Also I was third in line with kitchen privileges and many times we ate our supper later than we cared to. The other two renters were officers and their wives. They were not too kindly to the enlisted by not abiding to the time allotted to each of us in the kitchen. I learned how to “kill them with kindness” and just started to fix our meal and saying I was sorry to intrude but it was my time for the kitchen. They did not know how to respond to kindness so they simply ignored us at supper when we all ate together with the family.

C.C. looked for other quarters that were less stressful for him to study. He found a one bedroom with a small kitchen that had a unit with a small refrigerator under the stove and the bath down the hall. The other renters were also enlisted and friendly. We all got along without any problems to speak of, but I need to tell you of an incident.

There was one student that was late beginning school. He came to Olathe without making housing preparations. The husband could stay in enlisted quarters but not his wife. They were scrambling asking anyone if she could share the apartment and pay something to share the bed saying “Oh I would stay on my side without bothering you or husband.” I showed her out mighty fast and told her NO and not to bother visiting. Friends like that I did not need. Unfortunately there was quite a bit of infidelity going on, some wives were sent home.

I found out I was pregnant with our first child so when school was over I came home to N.J. to be closer to the naval hospital in Philadelphia where our son was born.

Philadelphia was only thirty miles away by car from dad’s house. When the time approached C.C. applied for and was granted thirty days leave to come home. He was home just a few days when I went into labor.  Mr. Miller let us use his Buick Road Master to drive to Philadelphia.  We had to go over the Benjamin Franklin Bridge to get into Pennsylvania and C.C stalled the car while in line to the tollgate. He tried and couldn’t get the car started. A long line of cars, were stopped behind us with the drivers honking their horns.

 A policeman came over to see what the problem was and C.C. blurted out, “my wife is in labor and I have to get her to the hospital”. The police man told him to calm down and told him to put the car in neutral to start it up because he had it in gear and it would not start that way.  He cleared the way for us to get in the right lane and gave us directions which way to turn once we crossed over the bridge to get to the hospital. Once we got to the hospital I do not remember a thing except waking up the next day ”. This was a natural birth and not caesarian. I was glad it was over. If women could ever remember the pain of childbirth they would not ever go through it more than once.

C.C. finished top in his class that gave him the first pick of air stations with openings for air control men. He chose to go to Quonset Point, Rhode Island, but instead they sent him to sea aboard the U.S. Coral Sea aircraft carrier, because they needed an air control man right away and wanted the top man in the last class. He only served one month on the aircraft carrier until the man allotted that spot came on board. C then got his choice of Quonset Point.

 We lived in Rhode Island for four and a half years where our daughter was born the first year. We lived in a small trailer on the station.  When it was time for K. to be born I woke up around 5:00 in the morning and told C. he had better get me to the infirmary. The neighbor kept our son while we went to the infirmary first stopping for C. to purchase cigarettes.  We arrived quickly because it was a small base and everything was close. C. helped  me inside and then went out to park the car.

The nurse helped me up on the table and said to be patient we had lots of time.  The doctor was not in as yet but on his way.  As she was getting me ready me she noticed that the baby was not waiting.  She said no, no, the doctor is not here yet and then nurse Lord delivered the baby.  She took the baby to the nursery and in the hallway she met C. coming in from parking the car and said “ here is your daughter” and he said, “ it’s not mine, I just brought my wife in” and she said, “yes I know”.  I think he was in shock thinking what could have happened because he stopped for cigarettes.  The picture to the left is C.C. and me with our two kids in Rhode Island.

Switching his rate to air control man helped us stay on shore duty for at least four to five years at a time. We really liked the military life and the family togetherness it inspired.

We lived in many different places. The first place we lived was Olathe, Kansas, the second place was Quonset Point, Rhode Island, and after that we then went to Guam in the Marianna Islands, which was beautiful.  I never saw so many shades of green as we approached the island by ship.

Until next time, I am, Immigrant Daughter.



  1. I love this picture of the four of you in Rhode Island. It looks like a very happy time to me. C

  2. I love hearing all this old wartime history. I don't think us younger ones appreciate all you had to go through. I find your stories so interesting!

  3. Thanks for posting! I love hearing the stories!

  4. Olathe is near where I lived for 30 years, before moving to Las Vegas 4 years ago! It really is a small world, isn't it? I love your story telling!