My father was then in the Marine Corps and over seas (literally) on a ship.
My grandparents of course didn't mind us being there at all, I was the first grand-baby. I was cherished by all of my family. Lucky for my dad everyone took lots of pictures. I wouldn't meet my father until I was 3 months old.
January 3 1991
7 days old
Me and my Poppie
My Uncle Larry and me.
We lived in Sixes for three months.