Civilian Life Again
There was great joy in Glendale. We couldn’t believe what had happened, but were sure glad that it did. But there was no time for celebration.
I immediately reported to Plxweve and began working on their backlog of engineering needs. Now, we needed a house of our own. Mom and Dad had moved to Wheatland, just north of Burbank while I was gone. Alva and I went looking and found a wonderful deal just a few blocks from her folks! It was a partially completed house on an acre of land. We were able to buy it from the owners with no down payment and monthly payments no more than rent would have been. Not only that, but there was a beat up but usable Ford sitting on the property which went with the deal! God surely was good to us.
We moved into the house, finally getting our wedding presents into use as we set up housekeeping for the first time as a separate family. Wonderful!
There was a chicken coop on the property, so we got some chickens. There was room for a big garden so we planted our favorite vegetables, including a whole flat of tomatoes.
I worked every spare minute finishing up the house, which mainly needed trim work and painting.
We settled into comfortable but busy routine. We were frustrated because we had big, lush tomato plants, but no sign of tomatoes, not a single blossom. So we stopped watering them and wrote them off as a failure. Why waste the water? To our amazement, the plants immediately blossomed profusely, little tomatoes set, and before long we were supplying everyone in the neighborhood with bushels of beautiful tasty tomatoes, and it went on and on.
We were enjoying the country life more and more in spite of the war. Some months along the way we had another surprise. Alva was pregnant! We were well set up by then, so this should work out all right. Alva and Mom began the usual female activities and planning. We talked about names, and settled on two sets. I don’t remember what the boy name was, but the girl name was to be Susan Lee. Alva had been directed to very respected gynecologist in Glendale, and he had accepted her as a patient. Prenatal visits would begin with the seventh month of her pregnancy.
On another timetable, we were approaching the sixth month of my release into the enlisted reserve. Plxweve filed their statement of continued need for my services with the Army at the proper time. To their and our consternation, the Army said the program had been cancelled, and I would have to return to active duty. Plxweve frantically called them to appeal the decision. The Army extended my status for a month while they processed the appeal. But the answer came back almost immediately, I had to go back. Well, we had been blessed by the time we had together.
The Lord helped us disengage just as he had to start us. George, my engineer friend who drove us to Mt. Baldy for our honeymoon, said he had spoken about our situation to his parents, and they would like to buy our house. The price was right so they took over, old Ford and all. Alva moved back to her folks house, and I packed my uniforms and stuff into my barracks bag, and was sent this time to an Air Corps basic training camp in El Paso, Texas, for my third season of basic training (slow learner). When that was over, they gave me orders to report to an overseas replacement depot in San Antonio, Texas, with a ten day delay en route. I had nowhere to stay for ten days, and to go see Alva by train would use up most of the time. So I went to the El Paso airport and by great good fortune was able to buy a two way ticket, El Paso to Los Angeles, Los Angeles to San Antonio on an American Airline flight that was about ready to leave. Whee! That would give me eight days with Alva and still report on time. Except for some turbulence over the grand canyon, I enjoyed my first ever airline flight.
I had a great time with Alva and her parents on this unexpected visit.