I do not know how long my mother's family stayed with her. My grandparents were due to return to the Panama Canal Zone by ship for work, and their teens to school.
By the time I was discharged from hospital in September, my mother was living on her own while awaiting the finalization of her divorce. She was eventually granted sole custody and with the help of her family, brought us to Panama and what was to be my home for the next twenty years.
Initially, we lived with her parents, She got loans and returned to school, commuting an hour each way by train between the junior college and the parental home. She walked to and from the train station to school and would study in the evenings. The goal was to raise her grade point average and complete credits so that she could return to the stateside university previously fled for marriage.
I was left with working grandparents and two teens and my grandparents hired someone to care for me while they worked. Sometime in 1960, I was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy and I remember my mother complaining that there was one book about that in her college library and it left her in tears.
As a national teacher shortage loomed, practicality reigned. Deciding to pursue education, my mother eventually secured a job which placed her in military base schools in the Canal Zone.
The photos in the previous post are of me at fifteen and as a newborn.