User talk:Rogertruss

My dad worked for Consolidated when I was about one or two years old. I recall the village and its box-shaped apartments dimly. We were there about three or four years until we bought a home in Fort Worth. I remember coming out of the bathtub and slipping and falling backward into an open gas floor heater. I got first and second degree burns. Our next door neighbor was an Army medic who came over and treated me daily, changing the bandages and applying "furacine" ointment. No scars. I still recall some friends and sitting outside in the evening, on top of our old black Buick.