there is no doubt that my year spent in the air force in turkey was the most…..transforming year of my life. i thought that my three months of traveling around europe in 1977 had prepared me for international life…i was wrong, turkey was different, beyond anything i could have imagined and finding out i was pregnant with rose added just that tiny bit of stress i didn’t need…
we made friends with a turkish sergent, Fikret. he helped out in many ways, he got me a curfew pass, he got the waiting list to have a telephone installed (we provided the phone) whittled down from years to weeks and he showed us what normal turkish family life was really like.
remember this was the time of midnight express ~~~i welcomed every opportunity to get out and about with fikret and his wife nefise and their two little girls….we had picnics, we went to his extended family’s hometown, we went on a weekend trip, we saw a newborn baby, we went to his house for dinner during ramadan the day the pope was shot…he was so worried we would be angry with him because it was a turk who shot him….all very nice, interesting memories
the most special time of my trip to canterbury included a spontaneous and long awaited coffe and chat with someone i remember like this
she doesn’t wear red plaid overalls anymore but she has a cool fashion sense~~
that’s her in the front, holding her head in her hands….i am in the back and the rest are assorted family members including her mom and dad on the right and her older sister on her left…cousins and aunt…we are having breakfast in osmaniye.
this is her now~~~ all grown up, world traveled…kind, thoughtful and creative!
just like my own little girl….who’s all grown up also!!!
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