My first story was written by hand and then typed on a small, Royal portable typewriter. I lived in Spain at that time, in an apartment just outside the gate of Torrejon Air Base. My husband was in the U.S. Air Force and with our children we lived in a three-bedroom, second-floor apartment. My story was based on my experience of living the nomadic military life and my concern about its effect on our children. At that time, we had a son and a daughter; later we had another son and another daughter.
My first title to that story written in Spain, was “A Home for Jimmy.” It has not been published. Markets for that type of story changed before I had a chance to offer it for publication. When I entered it in a contest, I titled it “The Air Force and Daffodils.”
Still in my files, this story has a home somewhere — perhaps it will help fill the pages
of a collection of Short Stories by Freeda Baker Nichols. That’s my aim. 🙂