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.
And this is in 1987, sitting in his kitchen.Just as with Mum( Ruthie) and Ed, he is sorely missed. They just don't make people like this anymore.
Peace, Judi
