Mom and Dad on their wedding day October 3rd, 1953 A photo of my Dad, in his Fire Department uniform, that I keep on my bedside table...
My father was born on June 5th, 1924, in New Market, Tennessee. Today would have been his 85th birthday. My father passed away in July, the 16th to be specific, in 2000.
He served during WW II, as a sailor in the Pacific, drove a semi, became a Dayton fire fighter, always grew an amazing garden, treasured his wife and family, loved animals, his newspaper, TV westerns and John Wayne.
My dad was stubborn, opinionated, funny and loving. He was strong and loyal, bull headed and
always sang or whistled when he worked.
He could make me so mad, so happy & so proud. I knew he loved me unconditionally. I felt totally safe when I was with him. I will miss him for the rest of my life...
Happy birthday Daddy.