GETTING LOST, FOUND, AND RECOGNIZED

Offered by Stuart McGuire Clay, Jr, Anita's oldest grandson

Nina, 

While walking around Washington DC yesterday, I thought of you when walking by the WWII memorial.  I remember last year when it seemed you were constantly in the spot light for being a veteran and being chosen for the honor flight to DC.  I was thinking it would have been fun to explore DC with you, even though we may have gotten lost, but that wouldn't be a first for us either.  Hope you are feeling better soon so you can get out of that hospital!

Love,Stuart 

Savannah debutante, Sweet Briar College graduate Anita joined  the  Women's Air Corps in 1944  in hopes of seeing the world.

These pictures look like a before and after picture, fresh and seasoned, even though she was only in for 2-4 years.

NOTE: This Stuart and his brother Michael grew up in Marietta, GA. After my father died, Mother would go up to see them. Without the predictable outlay of streets, with so many comings and goings so different from Savannah, Mother would launch off in search of some place. The predictable outcome of these ventures resulted in these two little boys approaching Mother eagerly on an otherwise quiet day and saying, "Nina, let's go get lost!" followed by peals of laughter. Because that's what often happened. And with Mother, it was simply an invitation for another adventure.