My Mommy had her own banana hats in those days

This was a picture of us leaving Atlanta in 1965. I was not looking forward to my plane trip with those two siblings of mine who were screaming and crying. I am sure I did my own amount of screaming and crying at the earpopping experience on the plane in 1965. I remember Paul was crying when we left as though we would never return and I could not believe that a ten year old boy could cry. It was a trip I will never forget. I remember Aunt Dorothy washing our faces and taking us into her home and Peachtree Street and my little friend Patty. Hospitality to little people goes a long way. And what a brave young 23 year old woman to get on a plane with the three of us!