I peered out the window and waved to my father. He was standing on the runway as our plane taxied away and prepared for take-off. It was 1954 and I was 7 years old and traveling with my mother. It was her first trip back to Rome to see her family since the end of WWII. It was my first trip to Rome ever.
I didn't know why Dad wasn't coming with us. It was 60 years later before I got around to asking him. He said he was taking some college courses and admitted that money was an issue. He was a school teacher and just sending the two of us to Rome was stretching the budget.
Airplanes in 1954 were not terribly luxurious. The seats were hard and there was no air conditioning. We had a vent that we could pull down for some fresh air. Smokers could light up making the air even more noxious. I seem to remember that it took several days and several stop-overs to reach Rome. Time has dimmed the memories of that trip, probably for the best.
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Thanks very much for reading and commenting. It's appreciated.
Lovely read, thanks for writing!
Why thank you. It was a wonderful time. I'm so grateful that I got to meet my relatives before they passed away.
Thank you. Ha, I'm old enough to remember when B&W was all we had!
Very beautiful memoir. I really liked the use of b&w photos. Along with the text you feel like traveling yourself to someone else's memories.
Thank you so much. It is encouraging to know someone likes your writing.
I really, really enjoyed this. I loved it. Seeing such a trip through the eyes of both the seven-year-old you were and the woman you are now is truly wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing!
They are indeed. Thanks for the comment.
What wonderful memories to have.
It was indeed. Thanks for the kind words. I'm grateful I got to go when I did.