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My maternal and paternal grandmother's decided to take me home with them, after traveling from their small town home in the NE corner of Colorado. They had broken away from their chores and husbands for a road trip to see their children and grandchildren in Amarillo,Tx. I think they were making sure my folks were baring up o.k. At this point in my young life, my father was flying missions on B-52's. He would be on "Alert" call. This meant he was living in an underground bunker on the air base, while mom tended to three children in town at home. My paternal grandmother had a new Oldsmobile, so we would be traveling in style. My maternal grandmother would be the co-pilot and navigator! The matriarchs of our family drove from Colorado to Amarillo, Tx., without incident. This trip would make me feel the freedom of flight, while traveling in style in the backseat of this wonder on wheels. Yes, Flygirl enjoyed the trip in the backseat of the shiny new Oldsmobile.
No air conditioning, but no worries, my grandmothers washed my hair and put it up in pinwheels all over my head. I got in the backseat of the steel on wheels, windows down, my arm out the back window catching air and drying my hair. I was on my first solo flight!! Little did I know this would be one of my many adventures, with the fun loving small town matriarchs of my family.