Rev. James A. Davitt
Died February 10, 1931
(uncle of Ralph G. Davitt?)
Died February 10, 1931
(uncle of Ralph G. Davitt?)
(All of these Remembrance Holy Cards have a religious image on the back.They were distributed at the funeral mass. )
(All of these Remembrance Holy Cards have a religious image on the back.
I guess this is when his love affair with strange civilian outfits and hats began. And, he has a friend. But who is that lurking in the background?



The last picture is obviously cousins and/or other relatives. I remember mention of an Aunt Kit...and can't remember who else he mentioned.
Here's some war history for you. There will be a test:
And here is an excerpt from the list of the 50 missions that Ralph G. Davitt flew during WWII. At the beginning, he is listed as co-pilot on a few flights.
The initials under "CRW" (crew) indicate whose crew flew the plane (duh.)
Why not take your date to the photo booth? And, once you figure out how to work it, you can take your picture! Oh she has eyes for Ralph, all right.

This photo is labeled: Hallowe'en, Kanko Hotel. What is that costume supposed to be? When the American forces moved into Japan after the war, the took over some of the buildings. The Kanko Hotel was converted to an Officers Club. We used to go there on Sundays. We would eat dinner and then all the kids would drag their chairs up to the front of the dance floor. They would show cartoons and a movie. This is where dad performed the rabbit-jumping-up-your-arm that he made from a cloth napkin. We played "Letter B," a game where you'd get a ight punch on the arm for saying words with the letter B in them. Patty got her arm stuck through the back of the chair and caused a huge commotion as many people assisted in trying to get it out. They almost sawed through the chair. Patty also had bubble gum thrown into her hair by some other kid. Dad gave Greg and me a dollar worth of nickels and set us up at the slot machines. We ate frog legs. He made us learn to use chopsticks on a bowl of salted peanuts. For money we used the Japanese currency, yen, when dealing with Japanese, but to shop at the American places there was a certain kind of script and you got it at the Kanko Hotel. Can't remember the exact name. Vendors would come and this is where mom got some of her pearls.
Sep, 1966 In the Air Force they say, "Don't shoot 'em, Chanute 'em." This was dad's last assignment, Chanute AFB, Illinois.
This may be the first car dad ever owned. I have no idea what it is. Anybody? 
So it just came to me. A DeSoto? I looked it up and here's a photo of a 38 DeSoto. The grill isn't exactly the same, but everything else looks good to me.
April, 1950: Easter in Montgomery, Alabama. Mom and I are sitting in our 1949 Lincoln Cosmopolitan. Black. Two door model. This car went on a ship to Japan where it was a huge hit with the Japanese. When we lived in in the Japanese house, Dad used to cram it full of little kids and drive them around. (We lived across the street from an orphanage, so there was no shortage of little kids.) I also have memories of driving down really skinny streets and there being concern over whether or not the car would fit. Sometimes we had to back up and go on another road.
Because Dad grew up in the Bronx, he didn't need to have a car. The subway would take him anywhere he wanted to go. Mom talked about him learning to drive in Utah. Tthe first time they drove by a farm with cows he had to get out of the car to go look at it. He was so excited to see a cow in real life. (The Bronx is a bovine-free zone.)