Saturday, November 09, 2013

For My Dad, On Remembrance Day

My sister posted this pic on Facebook. I'm not sure when it was taken, but he was a WWII vet. God rest his soul. I'll be thinking of him, especially, this Remembrance Day.

(Now I'm getting teary-eyed. He's been gone for almost 37 years. My son was just a few months old. But life goes on. He doesn't know he has great-grandchildren.)

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Blogger Louise said...

Arrrrrgh. Canuck Guy, I accidently deleted your comment. My bad.

My dad was born in 1906, so he wasn't exactly a spring chicken when he signed up. He was 71 when he passed away and 33 when he went to war.

November 11, 2013 6:59 pm  
Blogger Louise said...

And forty when he got married.

November 11, 2013 7:02 pm  
Blogger Canuckguy said...

Heck, if he was born just 6 years earlier, he could have snuck in WWI.

These days, I consider 71 rather young to die especially since I will soon be collecting the OAS.

November 11, 2013 7:56 pm  
Blogger Louise said...

Yes. He was rather young, I think. There are a lot of long lived women on my mother's side of the family, but my Dad's side had all the interesting, eccentric characters.

He had a couple of uncles who participated in the Riel Rebellion. They hauled supplies from Prince Albert to Duck Lake for the Canadian forces. They even brought back a fur tree sapling and planted it at the base of the valley bank (Qu'Appelle Valley, where the homestead was) which is today towering above all the other trees.

And he had an aunt who became a medical doctor and practiced in Seattle. It was very unusual for a woman to become a doctor in those days.

And then there was the millionaire miser uncle who drove his old car around in second gear instead of full throttle. I don't know what he was trying to accomplish.

He owned the house I grew up in. My dad rented it from him and he (the uncle) wouldn't let us put this new fangled stuff called electricity in, or, God forbid, hot and cold running water.

November 11, 2013 8:20 pm  

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