I was actually born in Illinois, not too far from Chicago, and our summers were short, and the winters were horrible! I can remember getting bundled up in that cumbersome snowsuit to go out and play in the snow for 5 minutes, and then wanting to come back in because it was too cold. Apparently, my parents were ready to make a change, so in 1952, my dad, who was a beauty supplies salesman, and mom sold our house and moved to Florida in the summer of 1952. He went down a month or so before us, because my mom had just had a baby girl in April, but in June we all got on our first plane - my grandmother, my mom with our 3 month old baby sister, my brother (age 5), and me (age 8). These first photos are of us leaving, arriving, seeing our new house, and the scrapbook page I did of the plane ride. We got off at Palm Beach Airport, which was a lot smaller than it is now. More will come later.
I'm the little girl in the yellow dress.
Growing up in south Florida in 1952 was an amazing experience, and you'll hear more about it soon.
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