Enter story here...My parents were Claude and Elenor Westerman.  I was born mid-November 1930 at Illinois Masonic Hospital in Chicago.  My father was an engineering student at Armour Tech.  Following my arrival he graduated and moved us to Wheeling West Virginia we he had gained employment.  Quite a plumb during the depth of the Depression!  My first recollections of this time was being found by our milkman under the wheels of his horse drawn wagon.  I remember him taking me to our door when a horrified mother greeted us.  I recall a terrific lightening storm knocking down a tree in our back yard and my father's admonition of a gardener not to touch the hot wires on the ground.

My parents divorced when I was about two and a half.  My mother and I took a train to Chicago and went to live with her adoptive parents Roman and Johanna Drostenfels.  They lived in a suburb, Park Ridge where "Papa" was a general practitioner.   Mother went to work in Chicago and I remained with my grandparents until about eight years of age