My father, Steve, was born August 24, 1905 and died January, 1993. He would have been 104 today - he was 14 years older than my mother, 39 when he married, and 43 when I was born!
He didn't serve in the army until WWII. He had previously been rejected because he had flat feet, but during the war they were taking everyone; he did clerical work in Texas. Didn't he look handsome in his uniform?
Dad worked for the Boston Edison for something like 43 years - here he is on his 30th anniversary.
Here he is on his 8oth birthday at the surprise party we threw in his backyard.