We left Dayton, September 23, and arrived at our camp at Kill Devil Hill on Friday, the 25th.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My brother still lives in the house my parents owned in Fairborn. I go back there a lot to visit friends and keep my connection to the National Museum of the Air Force and my membership with the Dayton Engineers Club.
As a boy, because I was born and raised in Ohio, about 60 miles north of Dayton, the legends of the Wrights have been in my memories as long as I can remember.
We were now arrived at the close of our solitary journeyings along the St. Joseph's trail.
We entered Gettysburg in the afternoon, just in time to meet the enemy entering the town, and in good season to drive him back before his getting a foothold.
We had not seen any natives for many days, but a few passed the camp on the opposite side of the river on the evening of the 25th. They would not, however, come to us; but fled into the interior in great apparent alarm.
I grew up watching my dad scout games live. They played on Saturday. Sometimes they wouldn't get the films until Monday. Sunday air shipping from wherever the college team was located - Starkville, Mississippi, or wherever the film was coming from. It took two days.
I was two when we left Indiana, and I don't really remember it that well.
I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.
We moved leisurely towards Mount Foster, on the 22nd, and arrived opposite to it a little before sunset.
In January 1944 I was called up by the Forced Labor Service, but I deserted on October 10, 1944.