I looked up and for a minute, I thought I was home.
There are beautiful trees everywhere.
Minimalism in all its colorful glory! Love the colors in the fall.
I lived for a year at Pease, 1971-1972. I remember fondly a white wooden footbridge that allowed pedestrians from officer’s housing to reach the chapel and school, and playing endless cowboys and explosives games on it. I remember fondly a little black girl who lived on the opposite end of our quadriplex housing block who had the biggest crush on me, and who I hope has had a happy life in the intervening forty years. I spent fourth grade there, too, but like all time I spent in schools it seems to have been wasted and is now all forgotten, except that I seem to recall still doing savings bonds drives there.
But these leaves, no, I do not remember them.
Maple trees grow quite fast and these particular ones are closer to the flight line area.
It’s possible they were just little saplings when you lived at Pease.
I will ask Cherie Ripperton about the white wooden foot bridge.
It’s more likely they weren’t around back them, trees drop stuff that gets sucked into jet engines. Unpleasant consequences and all that.
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