I was one of the 30 children who accompanied married soldiers returning to Princeton after World War II. We lived in the “Barracks,” which were built on the old polo fields (“the most fertile ground at Princeton”). I am told I attended my father’s graduation, as he did mine, 20 years later. Dad has died, but mother is still alive, at 86, to tell about it.
I was one of the 30 children who accompanied married soldiers returning to Princeton after World War II. We lived in the “Barracks,” which were built on the old polo fields (“the most fertile ground at Princeton”). I am told I attended my father’s graduation, as he did mine, 20 years later. Dad has died, but mother is still alive, at 86, to tell about it.