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 up.!!! 

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 the Lord 
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 
    Your Firstborn, 
                                Jackie