One move that we made--from Beaufort, S.C. back to Pryor (Ken was on his way to Viet Nam)--all five of us had to go to the changing of command ceremony and were dressed to the nines.  Ken in his dress blues, me in a new dress and all three of the children clean and acceptable for five or ten minutes and hopefully for the entire hour.

I had stayed at the house until the last minute, and told the movers not to touch anything in the dining room.  Those were the suitcases we were taking in the car--all our clothes, shaving gear, makeup, shoes, children's books and toys, etc. that would get us through the next week--until the moving van arrived in Oklahoma.  "You understand," I told the guy in charge.  Don't pack any of the things in the dining room."

"Gottcha," he said.

When we returned--Ken was surrendering command of a squadron that he had been the C.O. of for the past year--the bags were gone.  The movers were gone.  The house was empty.  Totally vacant.

We traveled to Oklahoma in our Sunday clothes.  Every time we stopped for gas, Ken was the object of interest as he pumped gas in his red, white and blue uniform.  If we had had any money, we would have stopped for some clothes.  But outfitting five people from shoes to top hat is expensive, and we were broke anyway.  Military people are always broke.  (One move is like a good fire...and we were always having to replace things to survive.)  Wouldn't trade it for anything.  Wouldn't go back and do it again.

Matthew 6:27-28 "And which of you by being anxious can add a single cubit to his life's span.  And why are you anxious about clothing?  Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet..Solomon in all his glory did not clothe himself like one of these."

Jon came through surgery ok.  Will know more in a week when the biopsies are back.  Thank you for your prayers.