Remembering My Father
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Today is anniversary of my father's birth. If living he would be 90 today. He died suddenly at the age of 78, and I still miss him. He was born and grew up in Ohio. He traveled "overseas" in World War II as a Marine serving our country, but he was born a country boy, and he learned to drive horses behind a plow when he was very young. His father died behind that plow when Dad was only thirteen, and so he needed the help of his mother, his three sisters and neighbors to bring in the harvest that year. He dropped out of school and went to work. His mother then sold the farm and moved to town. Dad, the oldest boy, went to work in a foundry and machine shop to help his mother support his siblings. Following the war he was a foreman in the machine shop until he retired. When he passed away he left a daughter and son-in-law, five grandchildren and one great grandchild. We are blest with many happy memories. He was a good and kind-hearted man.