Daddy’s Day

Daddy was born June 12th, 1927. It wasn’t long after that the nation and the world were financially rocked. We’d also just finished a World War, and another would soon follow.

His dad was a Methodist preacher and his mom was a graduate of religious studies. They were Scot and English by birth. There are tons of stories!

Daddy was very technologically oriented. He started fixing cars in his youth, and that never stopped. He developed a nationwide following. People would come from several states just to have Dad look at their cars, whether or not they had problems. Sometimes he’d warn them that something needed to be greased or replaced. I never knew a time he was ever wrong.

He joined the Army when he could and used his fascination with meteorology as a reason to become an air traffic controller – in the Bahamas at the Army’s military base there. He got ribbed a few times for his “vacation” with the military, but he often brought in military planes low on fuel or shot to bits and quite crippled.

I remember one story he told about a plane completely out of fuel only halfway home in the middle of the ocean. He said it was like bringing home a hang glider. Needless to say his heart was racing. Even though he brought the pilot to a safe landing, he couldn’t sleep that night from the excitement! That story had an impact on all of us decades later.

When he got out of the army, he went to college on the G. I. bill, getting his MBA from Iowa State. He also went to Omaha when I was a girl and passed his Advanced test as a ham radio operator. And people were still coming to him in droves from all over the U.S. to have them look at/repair their cars.

In the late 1970s, he got involved with computers. He was in his element, both repairing everyone else’s computers and tweaking his own. This was where he finally passed away – in his element, in front of a computer at his desk with a cellphone in his hand.

Daddy was a good man, once referred to as a golden boy and a mentor to other family members. They weren’t wrong.

Happy Birthday, Daddy. You are very much missed.

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