In July 1971, Wayne and I and three of our children; Kathy, Mark and Kent, drove to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We boarded a plane to Frankfurt, Germany to visit with our son, Wayne Jr, his wife, Neva and their children, Darren and Kristen. Wayne Jr. was an Army Helicopter Pilot stationed at Kitzingen, Germany. We left Mark, Kent, Darren and Kristen with sitters while we traveled. The five of us toured nine European countries in twenty-one days. We traveled by Eurorail trains by day and stayed in hotels at night.

One leg of our journey took us to Amsterdam, Holland. We did almost all of our touring of the cities on foot. We decided to go to one of the many parks to relax for a while. The park was not clean at all and the only thing we were fascinated with, were the many seagulls overhead in the sky. I had been looking up into the sky at a bunch of them circling above us and just as I looked back down, "it" happened. I had sprayed my hair heavily with hair spray and that mass of white mottled "debris" from the bird gift was something else to remove.

We were in the secluded picnic area with nothing available to use for a quick clean up. As a last resort, I grabbed the cleanest of the used napkins out of a trash can and worked feverishly trying to get the deposit out of my hair. The rest of our family roared with laughter. The more I rubbed, the larger the spot became. It could have been worse if it had happened when my mouth was gaped open as I looked skyward.