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Show 259 My husband, after a few shattering years of reorientation, got into Civil Service, first with the U. S. Employment Service, where he was among the first to learn about the atom bomb through recruitment of men for Pasco, Washington, but was cautioned to keep the secret on pain of death. He worked at Hill Air Force Base, finally the Sixth Army at Tooele Ordnance Depot. In these positions he received advancement and was better off money-wise than he had been doing manual labor. There are high days to remember, birthdays, Christmases and graduations. There is the seeing off of a son on a mission, welcoming him home with it honorably filled. There are the weddings, with none topping our own, and no days passing in joy the days of our childrens' births. Unless it is the knowledge that each one lives to capacity , with more than one life each. All things pass, some with pain in their going, some with no residue of regret, and some with high purpose and a sense of accomplishment. For each thing that passes, though, there is another new beginning. Tomorrow, now- end |
