Juanita came to Pueblo 1944. She chose not to attend school in Pueblo. Instead she lied about her age and went to work for phone Co as an operator. She was 14. She worked for them till she went into the Army.
Juanita played the violin and was interested in flight. She had earned her pilots license and flew as often as finances would allow. She flew little "tail dragger" as she called them. Juanita and I built model airplanes together. More accurately she built them I crashed them. She would never scold me just dig out the glue and her and I would repair them.
The family was very poor. Christmas presents were always functional. The dreaded RUSSLER was always clothing. Presents from Juanita were always very special. Juanita's presents were always RATTLERS! Anticipation and suspense was always made it difficult for a little boy to contain himself. One year she gave a doctor bags. Months was spent forcing candy pills down every thing that walked, crawled or flew. One year she gave us a chemistry set. I still can recall the wonderfully, horrific smells and the exciting explosions we enjoyed that winter.
She returned home after completing boot camp at Christmas. She got sick and when she got back to camp it got worse. On 2/3/1951 she died of complications from the Pneumonia. This was very hard for me. Starting the night before I knew had past away, she visited me as she did ever night for over three weeks. We would talk about eight year old boy things, does it hurt to die, when will I. She kept telling me I had to grow as up mother was sick. Less than three years later Mom was diagnosed with cancer. She was always in her class A uniform with her back to the light. After weeks and weeks of my pleading for her not to leave or at least let me go with her, I reluctantly let her go. That ended the dreams but it was years before I could go to sleep without a light on. I still miss her. Fred Wale (Juanita's little brother)
Juanita played the violin and was interested in flight. She had earned her pilots license and flew as often as finances would allow. She flew little "tail dragger" as she called them. Juanita and I built model airplanes together. More accurately she built them I crashed them. She would never scold me just dig out the glue and her and I would repair them.
The family was very poor. Christmas presents were always functional. The dreaded RUSSLER was always clothing. Presents from Juanita were always very special. Juanita's presents were always RATTLERS! Anticipation and suspense was always made it difficult for a little boy to contain himself. One year she gave a doctor bags. Months was spent forcing candy pills down every thing that walked, crawled or flew. One year she gave us a chemistry set. I still can recall the wonderfully, horrific smells and the exciting explosions we enjoyed that winter.
She returned home after completing boot camp at Christmas. She got sick and when she got back to camp it got worse. On 2/3/1951 she died of complications from the Pneumonia. This was very hard for me. Starting the night before I knew had past away, she visited me as she did ever night for over three weeks. We would talk about eight year old boy things, does it hurt to die, when will I. She kept telling me I had to grow as up mother was sick. Less than three years later Mom was diagnosed with cancer. She was always in her class A uniform with her back to the light. After weeks and weeks of my pleading for her not to leave or at least let me go with her, I reluctantly let her go. That ended the dreams but it was years before I could go to sleep without a light on. I still miss her. Fred Wale (Juanita's little brother)
Juanita came to Pueblo 1944. She chose not to attend school in Pueblo. Instead she lied about her age and went to work for phone Co as an operator. She was 14. She worked for them till she went into the Army.
Juanita played the violin and was interested in flight. She had earned her pilots license and flew as often as finances would allow. She flew little "tail dragger" as she called them. Juanita and I built model airplanes together. More accurately she built them I crashed them. She would never scold me just dig out the glue and her and I would repair them.
The family was very poor. Christmas presents were always functional. The dreaded RUSSLER was always clothing. Presents from Juanita were always very special. Juanita's presents were always RATTLERS! Anticipation and suspense was always made it difficult for a little boy to contain himself. One year she gave a doctor bags. Months was spent forcing candy pills down every thing that walked, crawled or flew. One year she gave us a chemistry set. I still can recall the wonderfully, horrific smells and the exciting explosions we enjoyed that winter.
She returned home after completing boot camp at Christmas. She got sick and when she got back to camp it got worse. On 2/3/1951 she died of complications from the Pneumonia. This was very hard for me. Starting the night before I knew had past away, she visited me as she did ever night for over three weeks. We would talk about eight year old boy things, does it hurt to die, when will I. She kept telling me I had to grow as up mother was sick. Less than three years later Mom was diagnosed with cancer. She was always in her class A uniform with her back to the light. After weeks and weeks of my pleading for her not to leave or at least let me go with her, I reluctantly let her go. That ended the dreams but it was years before I could go to sleep without a light on. I still miss her. Fred Wale (Juanita's little brother)
Juanita played the violin and was interested in flight. She had earned her pilots license and flew as often as finances would allow. She flew little "tail dragger" as she called them. Juanita and I built model airplanes together. More accurately she built them I crashed them. She would never scold me just dig out the glue and her and I would repair them.
The family was very poor. Christmas presents were always functional. The dreaded RUSSLER was always clothing. Presents from Juanita were always very special. Juanita's presents were always RATTLERS! Anticipation and suspense was always made it difficult for a little boy to contain himself. One year she gave a doctor bags. Months was spent forcing candy pills down every thing that walked, crawled or flew. One year she gave us a chemistry set. I still can recall the wonderfully, horrific smells and the exciting explosions we enjoyed that winter.
She returned home after completing boot camp at Christmas. She got sick and when she got back to camp it got worse. On 2/3/1951 she died of complications from the Pneumonia. This was very hard for me. Starting the night before I knew had past away, she visited me as she did ever night for over three weeks. We would talk about eight year old boy things, does it hurt to die, when will I. She kept telling me I had to grow as up mother was sick. Less than three years later Mom was diagnosed with cancer. She was always in her class A uniform with her back to the light. After weeks and weeks of my pleading for her not to leave or at least let me go with her, I reluctantly let her go. That ended the dreams but it was years before I could go to sleep without a light on. I still miss her. Fred Wale (Juanita's little brother)
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