I did not often wear hand-me-down clothes when I was growing up. However, there was one dress that I received from a cousin that I thought was the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen.
I was 3½ in 1946 and lived with my family in Ottawa, Kan. My father ran a small private airport. He and my grandfather built a new building there, with a hangar at one end, a large shop in the middle for
