My mother came to this country as a young bride on the arm of my father, a soldier in the U.S. military; she was only 20 years old and determined to embrace this new life.
She took language classes, became fluent in English, learned to
drive, and volunteered for the American Red
When my parents lived in Washington, D.C.
during the racial unrest of the sixties, my mother studied American history to understand what was happening.