1950 Brookline

When my dad got back from the Pacific, they moved back to College Station so he could finish Texas A&M University.  After graduation, around 1948 or 1949, when I was still a small baby, he was sent to Abidan in Persia (now Iran) by his first employer, Foster-Wheeler, to work at the refinery.  At the time, it was the world‘s largest.  My mother and I went to live in Brookline, Massachusetts, with her parents until he returned in 1951.  I don’t remember much about that time.

Refinery in Abidan

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I would sit on my grandfather Arthur’s lap facing him and comb his hair down over his face.  In the style of the times, he had long hair combed back.  I would come it all down over and over again.  I remember he had a mustache and he laughed when I did this.

Another thing I remember is going to nursery school.  My mother would walk me there and back, or sometimes my Aunt Audrey did.  She was my mother’s sister and she loved me, I was her little doll.  She was probably around 20 or so at that time.  My grandmother Frieda and my mother both would yell at her for putting her laundry rack in the bathtub and never taking it out.  Funny the things you remember.

We would take my mother’s Cocker Spaniel Muffin for walks in the snow.  I remember a coat with a round collar with a bunch of buttons that took forever to fasten.  I remember we lived on Sewell Avenue.

I don’t remember it, but apparently we went to see the Red Sox at Fenway Park fairly often.