What is Home?

In the early 1960’s my husband was a private in the Army. A few months before our baby was due, (back then you didn’t know if it would be a boy or a girl) he found us a two-room, basement apartment at 416 Vattier Street in Manhattan, Kansas. Manhattan is a lovely place. We made friends right away. Our landlady and her husband, Lola and Miles Brooks, who lived upstairs, treated us like their children. My favorite place, the big limestone library, was only a few blocks from the house.

Our daughter was born in November. We couldn’t afford to take her home to meet her extended family. That apartment was my nest, and I was happy there, but…Detroit was home. When we talked about it to other Army men and their wives, we said, “Back home.” We spoke of going home on leave, and looked forward to letters from friends and family so we would know what was happening at home. We speculated on what sort of job my husband would get when he left the Army, and we went home.

One day in the early spring, I received a call from my grandmother Maude that my father was ill and not expected to make it. We loaded up the car and headed home. We were in Detroit about a week, and my father rallied, so we set out back to Kansas.

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It was late, so we took what we needed from the car…in those days your diaper bag was your lifeline…and fell into bed. When I woke in the morning, I opened my eyes to see my Melanie sleeping in the crib that sat next to our bed. My white quilt, a wedding gift, was spread over us. My husband slept next to me, snoring and making that little popping sound at the end of each snore. My red slippers sat on the floor within easy reach of my feet.

The tension that had been a knot in my stomach ever since I received that phone call dissolved. My father was recovering, and I was home, in Kansas.