DOUG MONROE REMEMBERS ARUBA

I was three months old when we arrived in Aruba in September of 1945.  My oldest brother, Larry, recalls that we (That would be Dad, Mom, Larry, Rich and I) took a train to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida and stopped at our maternal grandparents place, Perry and Edna Cook.  We then took a KLM flight (Most of us all remember those old tail-dragger DC3s -- what a dependable airplane!) to Aruba with interim stops along the way at Kingston, Jamaica and Havana, Cuba.  We initially lived in one of the BQ's (the "H" shaped buildings near the dining hall) for a little while, until our stuff arrived by tanker and we could get into a bungalow of our own (#411).  We lived there for fourteen years before moving to the "new houses" (#1574) the year that Larry graduated from high school (1959).  The only time that we weren't in 411 or 1574 was when -- like everybody else -- we were in one of the Colorado Pt. apartments during a renovation (Some people called them "paint houses" because that's where we stayed while our bungalow was being painted.).  I'd have to check with our mother to fill in the blanks -- she's 90 and lives in Santa Rosa nearby.
Thanks for maintaining the memories!
Doug Monroe
Class of 1963, Bungalow 411 & 1574
 


Thanks for maintaining the memories!

Doug Monroe