Chapter Thirteen
We were in the den. Willard had gotten out that old Kodak carousel and a few boxes of slides and gave us a presentation projected on the wall.
“This is from our last day in Germany 1963.” Uncle Willard clicked the button, moving onto a photo of the whole family—Granddad and Grandmom, my dad, him, and my aunts as children. They were gathered outside a little fairy tale village. Small houses looked like gingerbread made from Disneyland stucco. “That’s the Brothers Grimm Village. Cute little place not too far from base. Your dad was already too old for it there, but I was five, and I had a blast.” He grinned, looking at his younger self. “Look how happy I am. Shoot.”
He clicked to the next slide.
“This is a couple weeks before that. We’re at the airport, waiting for JFK.”
