My youngest sister has just returned from her high school reunion and sent some pictures in an e-mail titled "ahhhh HOME!"
Having grown up an Army brat to my career military father, the answer to the familiar question "So, where are you from?" was one that for a long time I would have to think about before I answered. I was born in Munich, Germany, but could hardly call that home since we left Germany 2 years later. Before moving back to New York in 1977, Newport News, Virginia was the place I had lived the longest, but would hardly call it my home. It wasn't until I graduated from college that I felt comfortable offering an answer that I could consider sincere and truthful.
The first time I realized "where I was from" was my first trip back from college for Thanksgiving. It was then that I realized that the fondest and most indelible memories I had up to that point were from the period of my life spent there, at West Point, NY. West Point is a military reservation, so you don't own your home while you're there. In fact, many have lived in the house you occupy before you arrived, and many have still since we left in 1988, but no matter the reality of this I KNOW where my home is. This is it...
48c Wilson Road, West Point, NY 10996. Where I grew up. The place has held up well. Thanks for the pics sis.