The 40's and 50"s

Living in the 1940's and 50's  were  the best time of the many years that I have lived.  things were simpler.I realize that as a child a lot of things were sheltered from me but I can remember how pleasant times were. The war in the 40's took place and I remember that in 1944 or 45 ( not sure) that mother and I took a train to Anniston Alabama. My Aunt Willa Mae kept Shirley (sister) and Charles(brother) while mother and I went to see my father. He was stationed at Ft McClellan and was wanting us to move there and be with him. He really missed his family. He was the primary driver for the Fort Commander. So he was there for  awhile. As mother and I rode the train it was so full of soldiers, young men who were  very talkative, laughing and full of life. I can remember sitting on their laps, eating Hershey s Candy Bar, laughing and telling jokes...Yes all children tell jokes...Now I don't remember those jokes, but remember making those young men laugh. Which made me happy. Mother told me that they missed their children and treated me like them...I suppose it was my part in the war. We stayed for about a week or so , found an apartment and then traveled back to Miami. We packed up our car, can't remember what year it was probably a 1936 or 37 coupe. They built the back seat up with our clothes and Me, Shirley and charles would lay on top of these clothes. My grandpa, whom I loved so much was doing much of the driving.  when we had a tire to blow out. This was in Melbourne Florida. they werre retaring the road, hot, slimy and smelled of asphalt, tar  and quite nasty. the next thing I remember was rolling  over and over and over the car ended upside down and us children were on the bottom with clothes all over us...I remember screaming"I'm dead, help me" scared to death. Mother  then began to holler at us to hush as we were not dead and we would be ok. The EMS got us out and then the bad news. Where was Charles? He was about 16 months to 2 years old and  I remember searching up and down the tarry road looking for him, Then we heard a small cry and it was him..He had been thrown out of the window, rolled in the tar, broke his leg in many places. Then we were riding in the ambulance , me up front with the 2 men, that was exciting to me....mother with Charles in the back . Shirley and grandpa rode with the police to the hospital...Charles stayed for about a week and we were taken back to Miami by our family. Such a time for my mother and I do not ever remember her being upset but with courage took care of us and her injured child. She was a trooper and I loved her for that. We never moved to Alabama but Dad was released home to us.
The next few years were very profitable for my father as he started his business. Working for the oil companies had taught him that if you want to make it you have to do it on your own!!!! And he did.
His business "Service Station Maintenance" put in pumps, tanks, lifts and anything pertaining to the service station. As with the years following the war,  people began to prosper.
In 1948 we moved to our new home which I described  my bedroom earlier, it was so new that when I tried to get a passport, they could not find me in the 1950 census!!! Neither the 1940"s  but not until  I was 20 years old that I was alive according to the government!!!!!lol  HELLO! The roads in front and on the sides of our home was dirt and not until  the early 50's did they pave a road. But what a time we had. I loved that home and when we sold it a part of my life was gone...Only memories are left which are precious... will write of them on later blogs.
Well thank you grandpa for listening, I love you J