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It's June, and somewhere in Washington State it's raining.
It always rains the month of June. Our first June in Tacoma was spent in a campground on the Air Force base.
We'd just moved to Tacoma from Hof, Germany. In order to save a few bucks, we camped out while the parents found us a house to live in.
It rained EVERY DAY. What do you do when your parents are off trying to find a house, and you're stuck OUTSIDE with your siblings? I know I pouted a lot. I didn't want to be there. I'd be going to a new high school for my senior year.
I know Ed and Tom chased each other around a lot, and I don't remember what Lily and Mike did. Mike was just a toddler, around three or so.
I read books and wrote letters to my then boyfriend, Dale.
Dale as such a neat boyfriend. Just old enough to not be in high school (he was an Army guy) and wrote the most wonderful poems. I wished I'd kept them. On purple stationary.
Alas, I broke up with Dale after meeting my ex Christmas of 1971.
The funny thing is that my current (and final!) husband was born 9 years after Dale was. They share the same middle name.
Dale Eugene Walton
Douglas Eugene Crocker
Doug never wrote me poetry, but he wrote me programs. 🙂 Almost as good as poetry.