Our first home was in Sunnyvale

We rented a small apartment, and when we got back from our honeymoon we moved right in. It was a one bedroom and we paid $30.00 a month, but we needed to have a bigger place because I was PG, so we moved to a little house on a chicken ranch for $35.00, and that was quite an experience. The landlady tried to be friendly and brought us baked goods that were awful, so in order for her not to know we didn't eat them I flushed it all down the toilet. She was not a cook or baker and she used bacon grease for the shortening needed in the recipe. I was always afraid I was going to stop up the toilet with all her cakes etc.
David was born on April 7th, and then we found out how weird she really was. While I was outside hanging cloths on several occasions she would sneak into the house an unplug the TV or radio, as she didn't think the baby should have any noise. Then she turned me in to the state because I had taken David out in the sun for a short time. I think it was 15 minutes. Well that was the end of that place and we had to move. We moved back to my folks home then as Gayl was getting ready to go overseas which he did about the middle of Nov. In fact he had thanksgiving dinner( a box lunch) on a plane headed to Korea. Meanwhile I was with David at my folks. In Korea they had started the peace talks, so Gayl was sent to the area where that was going on. Even though they were talking about peace they were still shelling the area, which I didn't know until after he left there. He was there for six months and then sent to Iwakuni Japan where he was going to be stationed for a couple of years.
Mean while I went back to work at a map company so I could make enough money to get David and I to Japan.
It took me until Nov. of '54 to save enough money to fly over there, but I was busy getting all the paperwork etc out of the way to go over. at the very last minute I found out I had to have a health certificate to be able to leave and I mean last minute, as I was knocking on their window a couple minutes after they closed in order to get it signed. I poured on the tears( which weren't totally fake) and they opened up and were really nice to take care of me, especially when they found out that it had been a year since I had seen Gayl. Two days later, a sunday, I was on a Pan American flight to Japan which took 32 hours flying time. We landed in Hawaii and on Wake Island which is nothing but a postage stamp in the Pacific. My first real flight.