It was a cold November morning in 1952 when our yellow cab carried us toward the Port of San Francisco. Our family physician had given my Mother seasick pills for all of us and told her to start giving them to us the day before we left, so we were already prepared for that problem.
After arriving, we boarded a military ship, the General A.E. Anderson. It was a trooper ship carrying military personnel to the war in Korea. Along with the military troops were a group of military dependents, wives and children, on their way to either Hawaii or Japan. We settled in our room and my brother Lee and I set about exploring the ship. There were rows and rows of passageways which were all metal and were already beginning to have the smell of seasickness, so we headed up to the top deck. There was a Marine Band playing as we departed and we threw streamers, just as if we were aboard a luxury liner.
A tugboat pulled us out of the Bay. I watched the pelicans and seagulls in the bay while in the distance we could still hear the band. We stared at the Island of Alcatraz hoping to see a prisoner and sailed under the Golden Gate Bridge. When we finally reached the open Pacific Ocean, the tugboat detached and we were on our way.