I took my bag and got onto the front porch, and I could hear a dog in the house just a “yippin’” and “yappin’” away. I didn’t know what kind of a dog it was, but I tried the doorknob and it opened. I found the light switch and turned the lights on; and it was only minutes until footsteps were galloping down the steps from the sleeping quarters overhead. My sisters, Margie and Eileen, and my Mom and Dad come “a barreling” down the steps to greet me. It was after midnight at that time, but I don’t think we did anymore sleeping. It was the first time in two-and-a-half years we’d been together. It was quite a homecoming! I think we just sat there and drank coffee and visited. I do remember the next day getting my picture taken outside with my parents. Margie, knowing that I would be home soon, had gotten my old ’32 Chevy out and shined it up and had it all ready to go.

From there on, I was home. Praise the Lord!