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Message: <blockquote data-quote="T. MIKE SMITH" data-source="post: 3966488" data-attributes="member: 44552"><p>My folks were farm kids, but I guess my grand dad was a tough old cuss, so my dad joined the army at 16- this would have been in the 20's. He was in and out of the service and wound up in CCC in the mid 30's where he met my mom- she was the second of 10 kids, so I think she had to help her mom a lot- her dad did kind of reward her though, because she wanted to be a nurse, so he sent her to a small women's college in their area for a year. Well her and my dad meet up and eloped. They started a family in 1935 and by the time WW2 came along they had 3 kids and my dad had already served 10 years or so in the army. Didn't matter- he was drafted and wound up in Patton's 3rd Army at the Battle of the Budge till the surrender. He was informed that his unit would be sent home for rr and sent to the Pacific Theater soon. Well, the H bomb got dropped so he was done and couldn't hardly wait to do anything else. Tried farming but couldn't make a go of it. There were 5 kids by now, so he went back to the Army and was reinstated as a buck sergeant and sent to Ft. Reno, OK. They were still raising horses and mules, which he kind of liked since it was rural, and they could hunt and fish in the Canadian River and the ponds. My mom didn't get to pursue her nursing idea until the 60's when my brother and I started school. My dad retired in 1959 at age 50 from the army and worked security until he came up with cancer in mid 60's which took him in 68. Mom retired from nursing in the early 80's and lived to 84. The main thing from all this is, we learned from birth that you got to work to make it. I will be 68 this year and I guess I still think it, because I still work.</p></blockquote><p></p>

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