Dad was born in Guelph Ontario in 1914. This photo was taken about 1918. It's one of my favourites although I haven't got very many of him.
On Christmas Day 1960 my father died. He was only 46 years old. I still miss him even after 53 years. While I had him he was the best father ever - taking me fishing, teaching me to skate and throw a ball.
So hey Dad I just wanted to tell you how much I love and miss you still. Wish you were here.
|Dad in WW2|
|Family. That's me in the carriage|