First Flight

When I was cleaning for National Scrapbook Day, I came across a pair of black and white photos taken at the airport in 1972 when I was a baby. I'm with my parents in one picture and my maternal grandparents and uncle in the other. I suspected that the pictures were of my first flight, which I thought would be a fun topic to scrap. I checked with my mom; indeed, I took my first flight in September 1972, at 6 months old. Unfortunately, the reason for our flight was not a good one. 

My dad had gotten a call from his brother: their mom was hospitalized following a heart attack. My parents packed their bags, loaded 6-month old Cindy into the car, and drove 800+ miles from our home near San Francisco to Seattle. My parents dropped me off with my mom's parents, then visited Dad's mom at the hospital. We stayed two days. She seemed to be recovering well, so we drove back to California so Dad could get back to work. Grandma Jones died right after we got home. My first plane trip was from Oakland to Seattle so that we could attend my grandmother's funeral. While I wish my first flight had been for a happier reason, I'm glad to have documented this story. 

First Flight (affiliate link)

I entered this page in the Choose a Sketch Challenge at A Cherry on Top. As you can see, I included the basic elements of the sketch, but tweaked a few elements to make them work better for this page. 

These pictures are, by far, the oldest ones I've ever scrapped. I have more than enough recent photos to scrap, but I'm inspired to occasionally go back to pictures from my childhood and tell some of those stories. I'm particularly interested in learning the stories I didn't know, like the story of my first flight, and getting those into an album.