Daddy's Birthday

June 23, 1911 my dad was born in the county of Devon, England.  He was the oldest of 6 kids, 4 boys and 2 girls.  His father's name was George, his Mom's name was Hetta.   His parents moved to the U.S. when he was 10 yrs old.  He used to tell me stories about being aboard a big ship that would one moment be way up high on top of a huge wave and the next minute way down low with the wave looking like it would crash over you.  He told me about lying in bed at night and listening to the sound of the ships engine.  He told me about Ellis Island and that they "treated you like animals".   His family settled here in Philadelphia.

Thru out his life my dad had alot of different jobs.  He was a chauffeur, gardener, painter, musician, draftsman, engineer, and sign maker.  He was a jack of all trades, master of all.  I never saw anything my Dad couldn't do, except beat cancer and he gave that a run for it's money.   But to me and my sister Caryn he was just simply the most wonderful Dad.   He taught us by example, how to be honest, how to be fair.  How to be polite and treat other people the way we would want to be treated. But mostly he taught us what if felt like to have someone love you and be proud of you.  We were his "girls" and he was so proud of us.  Because of him we had a home and a childhood that was special.

Daddy would have been 100 years old today.  We lost him in 1989 and 22 years have not been enough time to ease that loss.  I think of him often and have to console myself with knowing that each day that passes without him is another day closer to our reunion.  Till then he rests safely in the Lord's care and my heart has comfort in knowing that for him there is no waiting, or sadness, no pain and no loneliness.

Happy Birthday Daddy, I love you always.

Linnie