MEMORY LANE - Descendants of Caleb Jobe and Martha Emily Brewer http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_cale_j_brewer.html (Part 3) My first long trip was to San Antonio. (Trip refers to Daddy coming in and saying, "Hop in the car, we're going, with no preparation or planning before hand. Most of the time, we had no idea where we were going or for how long). Auntie went with us. When we left the house, no one knew where we were going. Daddy was like that - getting us all in the car and just taking off. In San Antonio, we got lost. There were highways going in every direction. We could not get off the highway that we were on; and besides did not know where any of the highways went as did not have a map. We finally found a motel to spend the night at. Auntie and Mommy took forever to find the refrigerator and stove so that I could get my milk. I was getting mighty hungry and was really letting them know about my predicament. Finally, I was fed and drifted off into sleep. The next day we got back home and my first real trip came to an end. <P> When I was two, Mommy had to go into the hospital for an operation. She had a fibroid tumour removed and also had her cords tied. During this time, my baby sister and I were trying to get in the refrigerator at the same time. I just happened to be a little bit more determined and had a little bit more strength; so I knocked Sissy down, causing her to hit her nose on the trash can. She just nearly broke her nose. A good deal of skin was pulled off. My aunt put the skin back on somehow. This formed a scar though which was always to be a remembrance to this day. (1967). <P> "Childhood (ages 3 to 10)" <P> *Tomorrow parts 4 and 5 will be posted, since I'll be away on Thursday.