|Good bye Dad,
Where do I start? I want to remember
everything you ever did. What a
tall order! You were a strong and gentle man.
You loved your wife, loved
your children, and especially loved your God.
It was a death in your family
that brought you and mom together in the first
place, and your death that
brings us together in the last place. In
between, what a life! You spent
time in the African desert,
teaching radar classes, time on the
Mediterranean, in Germany,
France, and the ice caps of Greenland
,meeting with the Russians during the Cold War..
You trekked radio
equipment through the jungles of Panama,
carrying your equipment on
mules. You met French generals
and General Eisenhower.
We remember you and the ham radios.
You told us about atomic bomb testing
in New Mexico and development of the transistor
at Bell Labs. We remember "I
can't tell you anymore, it's classified."
Dad, you were the family storyteller.
We all remember how, as children,
we would eagerly await the next
bed time chapter of the White Knight and
the Black Knight. We remember Cup Toast,
Testing 1-2-3, Switcheroo,
learning chess, playing chess, watching
you play chess, army stories and
"If you're not good
I'll give you back to the Indians. !!! Also,
your hunt and peck method of typing, washing
dishes, and "look it up in the
dictionary." I remember long walks with you,.
Kitty remembers going to lunch
with you when you worked at Bell Labs. Norman
remembers fishing with you in
the Navesink River when we lived on Willow Street.
Lorraine remembers you
talking her out of becoming a duck when she grew
Barry remembers playing golf with you. Lauryl
remembers your hugs.Rick
remembers fondly your trip to Germany.
Sitting on the veranda overlooking
the city of Heidlburg and drinking German beer.Dad,
a lot of people wonder
why you never drove a car Well you did
once.. In your fifties you decided
you should learn to drive and took one
lesson. The driving instructor did
not think you needed anymore lessons, or
a drivers license either ---ever!
So.. Mom did the driving and you did the navigating.
Let me say a few words about
your musical talents. We grew up thinking
that tunes were carried in a bucket, well,
except for mom's family. I
think you were hiding your light under a bushel.
You loved music in your own
way. Loved to listen to the choir, and
would critique sometimes. "I
couldn't hear the words" or, much more often
" That was beautiful" The choir
and others in the congregation miss seeing you
sit in the back pew.
Cursillistas remember that you asked for the
grace of song at Cursillo and
it was granted. These past few months,
the folks in the nursing home were
entertained by you. She'll be Comin' round the
Mountain, Zip a dee doo dah,
Camptown races, Good Night
Irene, My Bonnie lies over the Ocean. Oh
Dad, my mind and my heart sorely
miss you already. Thank
you are in a far, far better place You take the
high road, I'll take the low
road---but you'll be in heaven before me!
We all love you, Dad