Dad looked like this a lot. I liked his flight suit and in true Digger fashion, he demonstrated the functions of the many pockets and pouches for Greg and me often.

When we first moved to the area, we lived at Topsail Beach. We had an apartment on the second floor of a duplex. Sand everywhere--no lawn. From the bedroom Greg and I shared, you could see dolphins jumping in the ocean. We stayed there for about 6 months, I think, and then moved to a small house.
That is where the Magic Box became part of our lives. It was a small white box. Dad would bring it down from the shelf every few days, say, "Alla Gazam Gazay-bo" and tap the box. Inside would be a piece of gum, candy, or a penny. The ice cream truck would come down our street every day at the same time. If we saved up the pennies until we had five, we could buy a Popsicle. I remember getting little squares of Chiclets gum and Life Saver candies.
2 comments:
Hi Terry
I was reading and happened to notice something that was odd.On(under) the pics of Digger it said 1953 and in the text it said 1943.Pat and I are 53 babies.Great year it turns out!!!
Talk to you soon.
Scott
Thanks, Scott. I am thinking that someday down the road we could sort all these posts by the dates of the pictures. So I'm trying to remember to add the year to the tags. I like knowing if you spot any errors.
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