We spent a few of them in Michigan, up at Burt Lake. Thus, this photo of the chair. We had a couple of chairs, similar to this. I remember one Memorial Day afternoon, a beautiful day, had gone fishing in the morning, cleaned the fish, and my brother Bud and a few of his friends were out in front of the cabin, Dad was lounging in his chair, the sky was a deep blue, the weather was nice, Dad was almost asleep, when my brother, lit a Cherry Bomb, and place it under the delicate canvas on Dad's chair. Fortunately, I was young, and did not know the meaning of most of the words that came out of my Dad's mouth. The words came out as rapidly as Dad did, from that chair.
I remember spending one Memorial Holiday in Japan, probably '55. It was odd, in a way, only ten years since the war with Japan had ended. We had a service aboard ship, and later went to an area where there was still some obvious war destruction and some scenes and buildings I had seen in newsreels. It was just, odd.
The start of Summer, I hope I have many more........................
