Dad
A boy in Saskatchewan, teenager in Lynden, Army Air Corps gunner in North Africa, prisoner in Germany, and adoptive father in Birch Bay.
These were the passages of the man resting in Hillsdale Cemetery.
The man who defined me.
I miss him.
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I posted a pic of my mom on my blog tonight. Today would have been her 95th birthday.
I went on your blog and saw her picture. She was a lovely woman inside and out. You take after her, Jan. BTW, some time ago you were going to tell me about something your Mom said when she learned of my Dad’s imprisonment during WWII. What was it?
I loved him and called him “Uncle Guy” because he seemed like a brother to my mother. I didn’t know that he was born in Saskatchewan like my mother. The pic is how I remember him. Thank you, Jim.