Nothing like an old postcard to trigger memories. In 1956 Mom and I flew from San Diego to Chicago, by way of Los Angeles on United Airlines. We were going to the DeKalb, Illinois Centennial celebration in Mom’s hometown.
It was my first plane ride. I was given a tour of the plane including the cockpit by the stewardess (no male flight attendants then). And I was given a small silver pin with wings. We had a wonderful hot meal – all this in the cheap seats. Although they probably weren’t very cheap.
This I Leave 
Since my aunt and uncle used to live in DeKalb, I grew quite fond of the barbed wire museum . . . .
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