By Nancy Lyons, August 16, 2017 — I can remember going into a ferry boat over to the big ship that my father was at when he was coming home. He was in the Navy. On the way back, I got seasick. I was only about 10 or 11 years old. I was just happy to see my dad. I had two sisters, but my dad always called me his little devil. I would do mean tricks on my sisters, like putting worms in their bed. I have a picture of him in his Navy uniform, this woman painted it. She also painted a picture of my mother, and my two sisters and myself. I was the youngest out of the three of us.