Some of the greatest memories I have as a child were my trips to Douglas, Arizona. My grandfather was stationed there during the first world war, as was my grandmother. He was a medical doctor, she a nurse. They met there, and never lived anywhere else. After the war, he practiced medicine at the Copper Queen Hospital in Douglas, and was later appointed Chief Surgeon. Later he had his own practice in Douglas. They are both buried within a stone's throw of the Mexican border. I remember traveling overnight to Tucson on the Santa Fe Railroad from Pasadena, California where we lived. I remember their home in Douglas, at 1138 9th St. A simple but nice 'post war bungalow' style home. I remember my grandparent's parakeet, that was never confined to a cage, that would perch
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