~In Loving Memory of Our Dear Daddy~
Our father, Clarence L. Robinson, born on October 19, 1914, father Thomas H. Robinson and mother Mary Agnes (James) Robinson. Husband to Ann M. (Milster) Robinson.
Our father lived a harsh life in his younger years. His father had left and was not around. His uncles from his mothers side lived with them and were very strict. He really didn't have much of a childhood. I always felt badly that my father had not grown up in a more kind and gentler home. Love was there, though meagerly shown; his uncles ruled without much grace and were themselves a product of harshness. Times were hard, which meant people were busy just trying to survive, and little time to show love, affection or emotion. He left home at an early age, staying for awhile with his Aunt Kate in Detroit. He was grateful to her for that, and always felt a need to look after her in her later years. During this time his mode of transportation was riding railcars. In his teen years, he traveled to many places and nearly loosing his life on one occasion. Luckily, he hung on to the side of an open bottomed railcar narrowly missing a fall to his death. When I first heard this story as a young child, I thought to myself, God had other plans; He wanted him to live so he could be our "Special Daddy." Many men traveled this way during the great depression. It was dangerous, you could be robbed, beaten or worse yet loose your life if you came upon the wrong person. I loved listening to his many stories about those times. He would eat what he could get from kind folks, or do some chores to earn eating money or for food as well. Once, while he was traveling the railcars around the age of 16, and just scarely getting by, he had been eating wild berries and came down with the worse stomachache. He was not aware that an appendicitis was the cause. He somehow make it home, he was taken to St. Bernards Hospital, in Jonesboro. He was critical and near death as his appendix had ruptured. He was there for a month. The nurses there were nuns, he said they were angels and treated him with such kindness, he never forgot that.
In 1933, he traveled by railcare to the World's Fair in Chicago, he wasn't quite nineteen. He found it to be all he had expected and was very impressed. He said that it was amazing, interesting, and like nothing he had ever seen before.
He didn't settle down until he meet our beautiful mother, Ann. After a whirlwind romance, and only knowing one another for three months they were married, August 12, 1939, in St. Louis, Missouri. It was a union that would last for nearly 50 years, until my father death.
They moved to California in 1943. First living in Redondo Beach, then Wilmington, and later to Torrance. They lived the rest of their lives in Southern California. They had five children, Olivia, Victoria, Patrick, Carmen, and Rebecca, "Becky." Daddy was the kind of father that loved his family above all things.
I have some wonderful memories of camping and our many road trips. He and my Mother would sing a lot as we traveled. They loved the Son's of the Pioneers. We would always beg for him to sing, "Mother the Queen of My Heart," and "Silver Haired Daddy of Mine." He thought they were sad songs, his Mother had sung these, when he was young. I guess it brought back some sad memories. He always said, "They seemed to only have sad songs to sing." He preferred happy ones. When we would get him to sing these songs mentioned above; sometimes my Mother would join in, it brought tears to his eyes, which is probably why we wanted him to sing them, it let us see the softer side of him. He did have a soft side and we knew we were loved. We would all read the "Burma Shave Signs" as we traveled to Missouri & Arkansas to visit family on summer vacations. It was a simpler time and a slower pace to life compared to now. He was a hard worker and was a wonderful daddy, and provider. There is something that I will always cherish and my siblings remember this as well, each morning before our daddy left for work to leave for Ford Motor Company, he would come to each of our beds and whisper that he loved us and give us each a kiss on our foreheads, he never missed a day of doing that. It still touches my heart. One of the things he would say to us and it was his trade mark, was, "Love you the most!" And, so it would go, back and forth, from him to us, us to him, until he said it last.
We love you the most dear and precious Daddy!
Children:
Olivia Ann~ b 11/06/42
Victoria Jo~ b 06/17/50
Patrick James~ b 05/23/51
Carmen Marie~ b 07/20/56~d 03/26/59
Rebecca Elaine~ b 12/26/58
*~*~*~*
Mother the Queen Of My Heart:
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLMwsslLJGY&feature=related
Silver Haired Daddy of Mine
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6xI5O47Q-8&NR=1
*~*~*~*
World's Fair - 1933
Link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World%27s_Fair
Our father, Clarence L. Robinson, born on October 19, 1914, father Thomas H. Robinson and mother Mary Agnes (James) Robinson. Husband to Ann M. (Milster) Robinson.
Our father lived a harsh life in his younger years. His father had left and was not around. His uncles from his mothers side lived with them and were very strict. He really didn't have much of a childhood. I always felt badly that my father had not grown up in a more kind and gentler home. Love was there, though meagerly shown; his uncles ruled without much grace and were themselves a product of harshness. Times were hard, which meant people were busy just trying to survive, and little time to show love, affection or emotion. He left home at an early age, staying for awhile with his Aunt Kate in Detroit. He was grateful to her for that, and always felt a need to look after her in her later years. During this time his mode of transportation was riding railcars. In his teen years, he traveled to many places and nearly loosing his life on one occasion. Luckily, he hung on to the side of an open bottomed railcar narrowly missing a fall to his death. When I first heard this story as a young child, I thought to myself, God had other plans; He wanted him to live so he could be our "Special Daddy." Many men traveled this way during the great depression. It was dangerous, you could be robbed, beaten or worse yet loose your life if you came upon the wrong person. I loved listening to his many stories about those times. He would eat what he could get from kind folks, or do some chores to earn eating money or for food as well. Once, while he was traveling the railcars around the age of 16, and just scarely getting by, he had been eating wild berries and came down with the worse stomachache. He was not aware that an appendicitis was the cause. He somehow make it home, he was taken to St. Bernards Hospital, in Jonesboro. He was critical and near death as his appendix had ruptured. He was there for a month. The nurses there were nuns, he said they were angels and treated him with such kindness, he never forgot that.
In 1933, he traveled by railcare to the World's Fair in Chicago, he wasn't quite nineteen. He found it to be all he had expected and was very impressed. He said that it was amazing, interesting, and like nothing he had ever seen before.
He didn't settle down until he meet our beautiful mother, Ann. After a whirlwind romance, and only knowing one another for three months they were married, August 12, 1939, in St. Louis, Missouri. It was a union that would last for nearly 50 years, until my father death.
They moved to California in 1943. First living in Redondo Beach, then Wilmington, and later to Torrance. They lived the rest of their lives in Southern California. They had five children, Olivia, Victoria, Patrick, Carmen, and Rebecca, "Becky." Daddy was the kind of father that loved his family above all things.
I have some wonderful memories of camping and our many road trips. He and my Mother would sing a lot as we traveled. They loved the Son's of the Pioneers. We would always beg for him to sing, "Mother the Queen of My Heart," and "Silver Haired Daddy of Mine." He thought they were sad songs, his Mother had sung these, when he was young. I guess it brought back some sad memories. He always said, "They seemed to only have sad songs to sing." He preferred happy ones. When we would get him to sing these songs mentioned above; sometimes my Mother would join in, it brought tears to his eyes, which is probably why we wanted him to sing them, it let us see the softer side of him. He did have a soft side and we knew we were loved. We would all read the "Burma Shave Signs" as we traveled to Missouri & Arkansas to visit family on summer vacations. It was a simpler time and a slower pace to life compared to now. He was a hard worker and was a wonderful daddy, and provider. There is something that I will always cherish and my siblings remember this as well, each morning before our daddy left for work to leave for Ford Motor Company, he would come to each of our beds and whisper that he loved us and give us each a kiss on our foreheads, he never missed a day of doing that. It still touches my heart. One of the things he would say to us and it was his trade mark, was, "Love you the most!" And, so it would go, back and forth, from him to us, us to him, until he said it last.
We love you the most dear and precious Daddy!
Children:
Olivia Ann~ b 11/06/42
Victoria Jo~ b 06/17/50
Patrick James~ b 05/23/51
Carmen Marie~ b 07/20/56~d 03/26/59
Rebecca Elaine~ b 12/26/58
*~*~*~*
Mother the Queen Of My Heart:
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLMwsslLJGY&feature=related
Silver Haired Daddy of Mine
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6xI5O47Q-8&NR=1
*~*~*~*
World's Fair - 1933
Link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World%27s_Fair
~In Loving Memory of Our Dear Daddy~
Our father, Clarence L. Robinson, born on October 19, 1914, father Thomas H. Robinson and mother Mary Agnes (James) Robinson. Husband to Ann M. (Milster) Robinson.
Our father lived a harsh life in his younger years. His father had left and was not around. His uncles from his mothers side lived with them and were very strict. He really didn't have much of a childhood. I always felt badly that my father had not grown up in a more kind and gentler home. Love was there, though meagerly shown; his uncles ruled without much grace and were themselves a product of harshness. Times were hard, which meant people were busy just trying to survive, and little time to show love, affection or emotion. He left home at an early age, staying for awhile with his Aunt Kate in Detroit. He was grateful to her for that, and always felt a need to look after her in her later years. During this time his mode of transportation was riding railcars. In his teen years, he traveled to many places and nearly loosing his life on one occasion. Luckily, he hung on to the side of an open bottomed railcar narrowly missing a fall to his death. When I first heard this story as a young child, I thought to myself, God had other plans; He wanted him to live so he could be our "Special Daddy." Many men traveled this way during the great depression. It was dangerous, you could be robbed, beaten or worse yet loose your life if you came upon the wrong person. I loved listening to his many stories about those times. He would eat what he could get from kind folks, or do some chores to earn eating money or for food as well. Once, while he was traveling the railcars around the age of 16, and just scarely getting by, he had been eating wild berries and came down with the worse stomachache. He was not aware that an appendicitis was the cause. He somehow make it home, he was taken to St. Bernards Hospital, in Jonesboro. He was critical and near death as his appendix had ruptured. He was there for a month. The nurses there were nuns, he said they were angels and treated him with such kindness, he never forgot that.
In 1933, he traveled by railcare to the World's Fair in Chicago, he wasn't quite nineteen. He found it to be all he had expected and was very impressed. He said that it was amazing, interesting, and like nothing he had ever seen before.
He didn't settle down until he meet our beautiful mother, Ann. After a whirlwind romance, and only knowing one another for three months they were married, August 12, 1939, in St. Louis, Missouri. It was a union that would last for nearly 50 years, until my father death.
They moved to California in 1943. First living in Redondo Beach, then Wilmington, and later to Torrance. They lived the rest of their lives in Southern California. They had five children, Olivia, Victoria, Patrick, Carmen, and Rebecca, "Becky." Daddy was the kind of father that loved his family above all things.
I have some wonderful memories of camping and our many road trips. He and my Mother would sing a lot as we traveled. They loved the Son's of the Pioneers. We would always beg for him to sing, "Mother the Queen of My Heart," and "Silver Haired Daddy of Mine." He thought they were sad songs, his Mother had sung these, when he was young. I guess it brought back some sad memories. He always said, "They seemed to only have sad songs to sing." He preferred happy ones. When we would get him to sing these songs mentioned above; sometimes my Mother would join in, it brought tears to his eyes, which is probably why we wanted him to sing them, it let us see the softer side of him. He did have a soft side and we knew we were loved. We would all read the "Burma Shave Signs" as we traveled to Missouri & Arkansas to visit family on summer vacations. It was a simpler time and a slower pace to life compared to now. He was a hard worker and was a wonderful daddy, and provider. There is something that I will always cherish and my siblings remember this as well, each morning before our daddy left for work to leave for Ford Motor Company, he would come to each of our beds and whisper that he loved us and give us each a kiss on our foreheads, he never missed a day of doing that. It still touches my heart. One of the things he would say to us and it was his trade mark, was, "Love you the most!" And, so it would go, back and forth, from him to us, us to him, until he said it last.
We love you the most dear and precious Daddy!
Children:
Olivia Ann~ b 11/06/42
Victoria Jo~ b 06/17/50
Patrick James~ b 05/23/51
Carmen Marie~ b 07/20/56~d 03/26/59
Rebecca Elaine~ b 12/26/58
*~*~*~*
Mother the Queen Of My Heart:
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLMwsslLJGY&feature=related
Silver Haired Daddy of Mine
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6xI5O47Q-8&NR=1
*~*~*~*
World's Fair - 1933
Link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World%27s_Fair
Our father, Clarence L. Robinson, born on October 19, 1914, father Thomas H. Robinson and mother Mary Agnes (James) Robinson. Husband to Ann M. (Milster) Robinson.
Our father lived a harsh life in his younger years. His father had left and was not around. His uncles from his mothers side lived with them and were very strict. He really didn't have much of a childhood. I always felt badly that my father had not grown up in a more kind and gentler home. Love was there, though meagerly shown; his uncles ruled without much grace and were themselves a product of harshness. Times were hard, which meant people were busy just trying to survive, and little time to show love, affection or emotion. He left home at an early age, staying for awhile with his Aunt Kate in Detroit. He was grateful to her for that, and always felt a need to look after her in her later years. During this time his mode of transportation was riding railcars. In his teen years, he traveled to many places and nearly loosing his life on one occasion. Luckily, he hung on to the side of an open bottomed railcar narrowly missing a fall to his death. When I first heard this story as a young child, I thought to myself, God had other plans; He wanted him to live so he could be our "Special Daddy." Many men traveled this way during the great depression. It was dangerous, you could be robbed, beaten or worse yet loose your life if you came upon the wrong person. I loved listening to his many stories about those times. He would eat what he could get from kind folks, or do some chores to earn eating money or for food as well. Once, while he was traveling the railcars around the age of 16, and just scarely getting by, he had been eating wild berries and came down with the worse stomachache. He was not aware that an appendicitis was the cause. He somehow make it home, he was taken to St. Bernards Hospital, in Jonesboro. He was critical and near death as his appendix had ruptured. He was there for a month. The nurses there were nuns, he said they were angels and treated him with such kindness, he never forgot that.
In 1933, he traveled by railcare to the World's Fair in Chicago, he wasn't quite nineteen. He found it to be all he had expected and was very impressed. He said that it was amazing, interesting, and like nothing he had ever seen before.
He didn't settle down until he meet our beautiful mother, Ann. After a whirlwind romance, and only knowing one another for three months they were married, August 12, 1939, in St. Louis, Missouri. It was a union that would last for nearly 50 years, until my father death.
They moved to California in 1943. First living in Redondo Beach, then Wilmington, and later to Torrance. They lived the rest of their lives in Southern California. They had five children, Olivia, Victoria, Patrick, Carmen, and Rebecca, "Becky." Daddy was the kind of father that loved his family above all things.
I have some wonderful memories of camping and our many road trips. He and my Mother would sing a lot as we traveled. They loved the Son's of the Pioneers. We would always beg for him to sing, "Mother the Queen of My Heart," and "Silver Haired Daddy of Mine." He thought they were sad songs, his Mother had sung these, when he was young. I guess it brought back some sad memories. He always said, "They seemed to only have sad songs to sing." He preferred happy ones. When we would get him to sing these songs mentioned above; sometimes my Mother would join in, it brought tears to his eyes, which is probably why we wanted him to sing them, it let us see the softer side of him. He did have a soft side and we knew we were loved. We would all read the "Burma Shave Signs" as we traveled to Missouri & Arkansas to visit family on summer vacations. It was a simpler time and a slower pace to life compared to now. He was a hard worker and was a wonderful daddy, and provider. There is something that I will always cherish and my siblings remember this as well, each morning before our daddy left for work to leave for Ford Motor Company, he would come to each of our beds and whisper that he loved us and give us each a kiss on our foreheads, he never missed a day of doing that. It still touches my heart. One of the things he would say to us and it was his trade mark, was, "Love you the most!" And, so it would go, back and forth, from him to us, us to him, until he said it last.
We love you the most dear and precious Daddy!
Children:
Olivia Ann~ b 11/06/42
Victoria Jo~ b 06/17/50
Patrick James~ b 05/23/51
Carmen Marie~ b 07/20/56~d 03/26/59
Rebecca Elaine~ b 12/26/58
*~*~*~*
Mother the Queen Of My Heart:
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLMwsslLJGY&feature=related
Silver Haired Daddy of Mine
Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6xI5O47Q-8&NR=1
*~*~*~*
World's Fair - 1933
Link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World%27s_Fair
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