My dad was a baker by trade, a strict disciplinarian, a teetotaler and Presbyterian by upbringing. A religious man who seldom attended services - a dreamer - a person who just sort of floated through life. He admired Jack Frost (the poet) and Jack London (the writer) and aspired to be like them, often spending hours in search of their skills. He did write some beautiful poetry and prose but never succeeded in getting it published. He enlisted April 16, 1917 for service with the 305th Bakery Company, Quartermasters Corps, and spent part of his tour in France. He was discharged August 28, 1919. He developed severe bronchial asthma while in the service and it affected his health the rest of his life. He received a small Veteran's pension for his disability. He died in 1953 after spending his last eight years completely bed-ridden with the asthma and Parkinson's Disease. (bio: his son John)
My dad was a baker by trade, a strict disciplinarian, a teetotaler and Presbyterian by upbringing. A religious man who seldom attended services - a dreamer - a person who just sort of floated through life. He admired Jack Frost (the poet) and Jack London (the writer) and aspired to be like them, often spending hours in search of their skills. He did write some beautiful poetry and prose but never succeeded in getting it published. He enlisted April 16, 1917 for service with the 305th Bakery Company, Quartermasters Corps, and spent part of his tour in France. He was discharged August 28, 1919. He developed severe bronchial asthma while in the service and it affected his health the rest of his life. He received a small Veteran's pension for his disability. He died in 1953 after spending his last eight years completely bed-ridden with the asthma and Parkinson's Disease. (bio: his son John)
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