Family Secrets - Homecoming.
I do not recall the day or any special events leading up to the time Dad got home from Korea. I am sure there must have been some discussion about Dad’s homecoming but I do not recall any single event except Christmas morning of 1954.
We had as usual put up a tree and had plenty of presents underneath. I was as excited as a second grader would be for Christmas morning. My grandfather and grandmother were not happy at all. A sadness permeated their face. I was eager to open my presents and was allowed to do so, but they told me that they wanted to wait and open theirs when Dad got home. I remember thinking why would they want to wait with all those packages just begging to be opened. I cannot recall any particular present I got that year. It would be a nice touch to this narrative for me to say the best present I got that year was Dad coming home and it was but only in retrospect.
While I was playing with whatever I got Mama and Baba just sort of went about their business trying to pass the time away and even going to the front door now and then to see who had just pulled up in front of the house. I remember Baba going out in the front yard just standing their smoking cigarettes looking up and down the street while Mama busied herself in the kitchen.
I don’t know how long it was after Christmas when Dad did arrived, but it must not have been that long, like two or three days, because I was still on vacation from school and was allowed to stay up late at night.
My grandfather was working the night shift at Westinghouse and Mama was in the kitchen when I heard the porch door open and though the window pane of our house Dad looked though the glass smiling.
I am sure that my grandmother must have cried while they hugged and the only thing I remember is Dad telling her it seemed like home had been a world away the last two years.
My Grandfather got home around and they sat down and opened all the remaining presents. I even had a couple to open that Mama had hid. I was glad to get them and while they stayed up and visited I sat next to Dad on the couch and drifted off to sleep.
Sweet story, And I am sure has meaning for a lot of kids with returning soldier Dads right now.
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