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Dad and his girls, circa 1974. |
My childhood was influenced in part by my father's service in the U.S. Navy. I was born state side while my dad was serving active duty in Japan. I have a telegram in my baby book that was sent to him, announcing my birth.
A short time after his return, I spent a year as an infant living in housing with my parents on base in Pearl Harbor. We then lived off base in the Bay Area of Northern California. We lived for a time in Monterrey and then Pacifica, cities close to the navy base.
During the middle of my kindergarten year, our family moved to Cypress, California. My dad had recently started working full time as a civilian in the oil industry, but he was still in the navy reserve. He served through the base in Long Beach--one weekend per month and two weeks per year.
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This is part of a Generation Fabulous blog hop.
The thumbnails below will expire after a couple of weeks,
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Military culture for Dad didn't stay sequestered to his ship. We felt a little influence at home. He taught us how to make our beds using military standards. We learned to iron clothing so they looked as crisp as his uniforms. He had a nautical barometer and matching nautical clocks in the house. The latter rang out time marking
military shifts. "Six bells, and all's well!"