Category: Memories

Mom (she preferred ‘Mother’) and Dad, having parents in Utah, gave us an excuse to do the periodic road trip. Sometimes we would drive from Virginia. I don’t remember if it was Nebraska or what, but on one trip, one Read More …

One time, when we were out in Utah, I went fishing with my Dad and his Dad. My grandfather, John Christensen seemed like a pretty cantankerous fellow. He would do this grabbing for your gullet pronouncing he was going to Read More …

We would attend church regularly. We were members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I was a “teacher” in the Aaronic priesthood. That meant I would distribute the sacrament. Dad was a member of the Holy Read More …

Dad was the commanding officer at the Naval Civil Engineering Laboratory, where, for some reason I do not understand, they had a contraption, full of sand, that had spring loaded rockets that could be fired into the pit. I got Read More …

Mom’s friends asked how much freedom she gave me. She would say, “Shhh. Don’t tell him he could get off the base.” ~Kurt

I remember one time when Mom and Dad were having a party. The Captain from upstairs, who had consumed more than a few, declared he was the great communicator, and proceeded to make some phone calls to Southeast Asia. I Read More …

One year, we lived in Bankok. We changed planes in Hawaii. That lasted for about an hour (That was my big Hawaii trip.) before we headed out to Saigon. When we landed in Saigon, we weren’t allowed to leave the Read More …

As part of the move, our car came across on a ship. The ship sunk in Saigon harbor with our car aboard. Luckily, it was on part of the ship that never went under. I knew Dad was responsible for Read More …

TV in Thailand was broadcast in Thai. However, the American shows would simulcast the audio on the radio. We would watch Bonanza and Man From Uncle from the dining room near the console radio. Meanwhile, the “servants” would gather close Read More …

On one trip, Dad took me down to Patiya, down on the Malaysian Peninsula. We waded in the Gulf of Siam, and feeling clams under our feet, collected them to boil for lunch. Dad has one of his crew take Read More …