From Ft Des Moines, I transferred to Cushing General Hospital, in Framingham, Mass. That was only 50 miles from my home in Revere, so I did get to visit family every weekend. My duties at the hospital were clerical--I would have the patients charts and follow the doctor around, noting all the good and not so good things about the patients. I was in the Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat, so there were not many life-threatening injuries. I got to know most of the guys in that ward--they were ready for discharge, unless there was something more serious than EENT. And there Those days at the hospital were quite an eye-opener for me. These young boys had been in battle for at least three years. Most were paraplegics. Their minds and bodies were in total chaos, but they always had a smile and never complained about anything. I did have a good raport with all of them in the ward--I would read to them, compose letters--I never remember feeling 'sorry' for them, until I was home talking with my family. Then I always broke down and cried. I have been an ardent pacifist ever since.
After five years of war, our boys(men now) were trying hard to adjust to civilian life. Most of them did and most of us got married and the expression "baby boomers" was born!! Television was also "born". My first television show was in April, 1948, at a bar. The Red Sox, playing at Fenway Park. Our generation fell in love with TV. It was great!! What a good time for Television to come into our lives. Most of us just wanted a few quiet years to heal the wounds of the mind and body, raise our children, whom we adored immensely. We took them everywhere we went, bought everything in sight, which gave way to another expression--"The Middle Class". We entered the fifties with confidence!! Lefty was then working for the New England Tel & Tel Co. He put in for a transfer to Phoenix, Arizona, and on November 1st, 1951, we left Boston, Mass, in a cold, drizzly foggy morning. We thought we would miss the winter snows, but only forty miles west, we were rerouted 'smack-dab' through New York City, because of heavy snowfalls in the Berkshires. With a thirty-foot house trailer attached to our 1939 Oldsmobile, it took us thirteen days to reach Phoenix. But it was worth it--I loved Phoenix--we lived there twenty more years!!