When I was a little girl, Daddy worked on the Space Program in Florida. It was such a big part of our lives, that it just became so 'normal'. Watching the launches from our driveway, going to Kennedy Space Center, and seeing the changes in the space program were not a big deal after a while.
As you can tell from these pictures, well, my sister and I weren't exactly enthused.
That's my Mom in the back. She really, really, really teased her hair. And the hairspray!!!! We would stick to the bathroom floor! Standing next to her is my grandfather's brother, Brooksie. I loved him so much. When he would come see us, he would pack his trunk with toys for all the kids in his neighborhood. I was so jealous of those kids! If you look really close, you can see he's got a cigarette in his hand. Hard to remember a time that was still allowed in public buildings.
Ever the joker, when he went back home he called the local newspaper and told them that my Dad was the last to leave the rocket before the astronauts took off....they believed him....and they printed it!