FLIGHT TO TEXAS

It was during these years that the whole family flew to Texas. It was quite a trip.  We didn’t have to buy tickets for Jim and Ruby since they were both under three.  Jim sat in my lap, and Ruby sat in Ann’s lap.  Elliott was excited about making his first airplane trip.   We drove to Buffalo; flew to Chicago; caught a plane for Dallas.

Daddy and Mama were anxious to see us, but there was no way that Daddy was going to drive through Dallas traffic to meet us as Love Field.  Weatherford was as close as he would come.  I talked with Truman Spring about it.  At the time his mother was living in Dallas.  She picked us up, and we stopped in Fort Worth for lunch and she drove us on to Weatherford where we met my parents.  

The next morning Daddy, Elliott, Jim and I went to one of Benton Pruett’s tanks and Daddy shot some ducks.  I don’t think I hit anything.  I’ve never been much of a hunter, and I’m a poor marksman.  We went back to the pickup and Daddy took a picture of Elliott, Jim and me holding up the ducks.   From the look on Jim’s face, I don’t think he was too excited about the whole thing.  He was not yet two.  We did have our duck dinner that evening. 

Later we spent time with Ann’s family, and I reported to my sponsoring church in Houston.  Finally, it was time to return home.  When we left Dallas, it was sixty-five degrees.  When we landed at O’Hare Airport in Chicago we learned there were major weather problems in Buffalo. There was no way Charles Williams could drive to Buffalo to pick us up.   When we landed at Buffalo, the air temperature was around zero, the wind chill much lower than that, and a major winter storm had left of lot of snow on the ground.  Fortunately, Al Hartwigsen, who preached in Niagara Falls at the time, picked us up at the airport and took us to his house for the night.  This is just one of the many travel misadventures we’ve experienced over the years.