Moving to Grow OlderPosted: November 21, 2014
A Brat’s observation on moving in the military by Hudson Phillips
They came with large wooden barrels filled with shavings —
burly, sullen, depression era men to pack my things:
bedtime play, and inside fun that knew my dogs and birthday friends —
memories that only I could wrap;
but they held every toy in their calloused and indifferent fingers,
How would they know how to carry a childhood and keep it safe?
A lead Finnish ski soldier, the toy auto gyro, an electric flier train set —
My Pinocchio puppet was wrapped separately to go with me on the train,
and my Uncle Wiggly stories for dad to read to me.
I would be older when I arrived. But my toys would stay the same.
An auto gyro was a precursor to a helicopter
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