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My Memoirs - Citizen of the World

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MY FAMILY’S NEW LIFE<br />

After <strong>My</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r’s Bankruptcy<br />

Two weeks after my fa<strong>the</strong>r declared bankruptcy in March 1951, he<br />

left for Terceira Island in <strong>the</strong> Azores to seek work on <strong>the</strong> US Lages<br />

Air Force Base. Three months later, I finished <strong>the</strong> school year, and<br />

my mo<strong>the</strong>r, two sisters and I moved to join him. It was June <strong>of</strong><br />

1951.<br />

We traveled on a small boat called <strong>the</strong> Santo Amaro to <strong>the</strong> city <strong>of</strong><br />

Angra do Heroismo, <strong>the</strong> capital <strong>of</strong> Terceira. From <strong>the</strong> city <strong>of</strong><br />

Ponta Delgada, it was roughly 105 miles, and <strong>the</strong> journey took<br />

about eight hours. It was an agonizing trip. The wea<strong>the</strong>r was<br />

terrible and <strong>the</strong> boat rocked so much that we thought we were<br />

going to die. At <strong>the</strong> time, <strong>the</strong> only o<strong>the</strong>r option was a tiny fivepassenger<br />

commuter plane that would depart from <strong>the</strong> island <strong>of</strong><br />

Sāo Miguel. But since we had no money, we were forced to travel<br />

by boat.<br />

When we arrived in Terceira, we docked at Porto das Pipas where<br />

my fa<strong>the</strong>r and his friends were waiting for us. They took us to a<br />

house in <strong>the</strong> town <strong>of</strong> Santa Luzia which was not far from where <strong>the</strong><br />

boat landed. The accommodations my fa<strong>the</strong>r had arranged for us<br />

consisted <strong>of</strong> one room with a couple <strong>of</strong> mattresses on <strong>the</strong> floor.<br />

There was no plumbing and no electricity, and my mo<strong>the</strong>r could<br />

not stop crying. I was sixteen.<br />

The next day, I went with my fa<strong>the</strong>r to <strong>the</strong> base where he worked<br />

as a cashier in <strong>the</strong> Officers Club. I went to <strong>the</strong> Civilian Personnel<br />

Office to apply for a job - any job - so that I could help my family.<br />

During <strong>the</strong> interview, <strong>the</strong> man at <strong>the</strong> desk asked me how old I was.<br />

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