Tomorrow, March 3rd, would be my son Grey's birthday and it is hard to believe that he would be 52 if he had lived. Where does time go???!!  He was born in 1959, (I was about to turn 22) when my Naval officer husband was stationed in Key West, Florida. But...typical of a submarine officer...he was at sea when I went into labor. So I took the 12-month old first child to a neighbor and drove myself to the Naval hospital, stopping to pay my rent at the housing office en route. The baby was born a few hours later and two days after that I brought him home wearing nothing but a diaper and wrapped in a thin blanket. Let's hear it for Key West weather! The earlier child has been born in New London, Connecticut (another USN base) the previous winter and came home from the hospital through a snowstorm, bundled in blankets.

This is one of my favorite pictures of the two of them, taken at the time they turned two and one.

Alix:Grey 1960

By then we lived in South Carolina...again, a Naval assignment.

For the life of me I can't remember how I managed that incessant packing up and moving. (We moved again, to Massachusetts, when they were 3 and 2).

They were wonderful little kids: funny, smart.....but perhaps I am prejudiced?  Could it be? Moi?


Happy Birthday, Grey. We wish you were with us still.