As I climbed the stairs into the airplane I stopped and glanced down at my husband John who was waving goodbye to us. Then I entered the dimly lit cabin. The feeling of being alone hit me; I’m flying for the first time on a commercial airline and traveling with my 14 month old baby girl. We were flying from the San Francisco airport to the Bradley Airport in Connecticut.

This is how we boarded airplanes in the 50’s and 60's.