George was born in Buffalo, New York to Andrew T. Eberz and Rosa Zoeller Eberz. He was the middle son of five brothers - Andy, Al,Bob and Jack. His family moved to Syracuse New York where his father worked for the New York Central. George worked as a conductor on the NYC for 20 years. He was in the Navy during World War 2 but never saw any action. He met his wife, Elsie Wiberg on Navy Pier in Chicago and was married on August 21st, 1944. His first son, George Jr. was born on June 7th,1945 and second son William on August 23rd, 1946. Daughter Susan was born on April 25th,1951 and Nancy was born on April 2nd,1960. George worked for the ICC and was transferred to Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania in 1957. He worked for the government for over 20 years, inspecting railroad cars and yards. Elsie and George moved to Bradenton, Florida in 1981 and he lived there until his death in 1997. George was my father and he was a wonderful man - kind and mannered and so gentle.He was depressed the last 16 years of his life which was so sad as he wanted to enjoy his retirement....
I found this wonderful poem and will add it for my dear and kind father:
What Makes a Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it....Dad.
Love this: To live in the hearts of those we love, is not to die. Thomas Campbell......
Another sweet remark I saw: Someone remembers, Someone cares.
Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.
"Dance With My Father"
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mama cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved?
I know You don't do it usually
But, dear Lord, she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream
You, Dad, are thought of daily and I always say your name in a prayer. You are missed.
I found this wonderful poem and will add it for my dear and kind father:
What Makes a Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it....Dad.
Love this: To live in the hearts of those we love, is not to die. Thomas Campbell......
Another sweet remark I saw: Someone remembers, Someone cares.
Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.
"Dance With My Father"
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mama cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved?
I know You don't do it usually
But, dear Lord, she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream
You, Dad, are thought of daily and I always say your name in a prayer. You are missed.
George was born in Buffalo, New York to Andrew T. Eberz and Rosa Zoeller Eberz. He was the middle son of five brothers - Andy, Al,Bob and Jack. His family moved to Syracuse New York where his father worked for the New York Central. George worked as a conductor on the NYC for 20 years. He was in the Navy during World War 2 but never saw any action. He met his wife, Elsie Wiberg on Navy Pier in Chicago and was married on August 21st, 1944. His first son, George Jr. was born on June 7th,1945 and second son William on August 23rd, 1946. Daughter Susan was born on April 25th,1951 and Nancy was born on April 2nd,1960. George worked for the ICC and was transferred to Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania in 1957. He worked for the government for over 20 years, inspecting railroad cars and yards. Elsie and George moved to Bradenton, Florida in 1981 and he lived there until his death in 1997. George was my father and he was a wonderful man - kind and mannered and so gentle.He was depressed the last 16 years of his life which was so sad as he wanted to enjoy his retirement....
I found this wonderful poem and will add it for my dear and kind father:
What Makes a Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it....Dad.
Love this: To live in the hearts of those we love, is not to die. Thomas Campbell......
Another sweet remark I saw: Someone remembers, Someone cares.
Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.
"Dance With My Father"
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mama cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved?
I know You don't do it usually
But, dear Lord, she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream
You, Dad, are thought of daily and I always say your name in a prayer. You are missed.
I found this wonderful poem and will add it for my dear and kind father:
What Makes a Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it....Dad.
Love this: To live in the hearts of those we love, is not to die. Thomas Campbell......
Another sweet remark I saw: Someone remembers, Someone cares.
Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.
"Dance With My Father"
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mama cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved?
I know You don't do it usually
But, dear Lord, she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream
You, Dad, are thought of daily and I always say your name in a prayer. You are missed.
