Yes, it was a very tense, scary time
On October 22, 1962, John F. Kennedy ordered a naval quarantine (blockade) of Cuba in order to prevent Russian ships from bringing additional missiles to Cuba. The two leaders of the world's greatest nuclear superpowers stared each other down for SEVEN days - until Khrushchev blinked. On October 28, the Russian Premier conceded to President Kennedy's demands by ordering all Soviet supply ships away from Cuban waters and agreeing to remove the missiles. After teetering on the brink of nuclear holocaust, the world breathed a sigh of relief.
Our daughter was born on the 19th of Oct. 1962.......My wife was kept in the New Westminster St. Mary's Hospital for 10 days. Yes, it was a very tense, scary time.....When I was at the hospital on the evening of the 22. of Oct. there was a very somber atmosphere ....... We were holding hands ...She said the first words between us,"It just isn't fair is it".......It seemed so unreal that this could be happening.....Nuclear war , cities evaporating......Canada between the two countries trying to annihilate one another......but it was true ....we were living with those feelings.....at work earlier that day at the Sign shop on Kingsway , everyone went through the motions.....one of our familiar customers, a guy from Europe ,who had been through WW2 shook my hand in a reassuring way...but as if to say "nice knowing ya....We were in the city.....I wanted for us to be in Chilliwack, maybe we would stand a better chance there....Our minds were constantly churning , what to do.......It was like that for seven days......She was still in the hospital when the stalemate was finally over....We could go on with our lives and our new baby.......relief.....can you imagine.......and some said, aww they would never do that....hmm........ I am so glad we never had to find out......We lived in New Westminster at the time, in a basement suite.....Our landlords lived in the house......I was partnership with 3 others at a Sign shop on Kingsway. My wife had worked for an Optical Co. We had a 53 Dodge and went to Chilliwack just about every weekend. We had a dog named Pepper.....I am thankfully ending this little story on a much lighter note than the start..
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