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Something that bothers is me is how people treat old people like objects. Old people used to be just like you. They went out - did chores - loved their family - played with their kids - kissed their spouses - They are real people and some of them did extraordinary things!
My Dad was a GOOD LOOKING guy! He served in WWII in the Army/Air Corps in the Pacific. He loaded bombs onto planes. He and my mother married in 1945 after his discharged from the Army. Dad worked on the railroad in a gang at that time, eventually becoming a signal maintainer until his retirement at age 65.
In 1948 they had their first child, my brother David, followed by my brother Dennis in 1951. Their dreams came true (ha ha) in 1955 when they brought me home from the hospital.
Mom was a stay at home mom. After Dad’s retirement from the railroad, he came to work for my husband and I as our warehouse manager. He answered the phone, ordered material, kept track of equipment maintenance, delivered material, mowed the grass — and just about anything else that needed done. He took my son to school everyday until Rock was 16. He was still helping me out, even though WE retired, when he had his stroke.
Photos of My Dad
