This day 55 years ago

The sun shines, and there is a slight breeze as we all get up for breakfast. The birds sing a good morning song. The cicadas are noisy and busy. In the distance, the lazy waves whisper as they roll onto the sandy beach. After a few weeks of separation, we, as a family, are together again. My father, brother, and sister were traveling through France to Italy, where my mother and I would join them when she finished work. My mother and I traveled to Italy on a sleeper train. We had a whole compartment to ourselves. At that time, you could open the windows, and there was a sliding door between the corridor and the compartment. It was also all in wood. I enjoyed that trip so much that I hardly slept. We arrived in Italy to be met by my father, who then drove us to the rented holiday cottage. It was already late in the evening. <a href="https://medium.com/the-memoirist/this-day-55-years-ago-b2a382632a3a">Learn More</a>