Dad was born on October, 17th 1936
and lived through a world at war. He told me one day in 1945, when he was 9 years old, that he got off a bus and a random woman just picked him up and kissed him and said; the War is Over!
What it must have been to live through those times. His generation showed bravery and selflessness not seen in any generation after, as witnessed by a world in Pandemic. His generation rationed and sacrificed for the good of the nation, mostly without a complaint. Our spoiled generation cannot even wear a mask to help out a neighbor.
He was my Hero growing up. I remember thinking how sure he was of himself. and I hoped one day I would be like him. Some of the best times of my youth was vacations in Wildwood in the 60's and 70's. Dad loved the shore and said if he lived down there he would live forever. I remember one winter day we all piled into the car and headed to the Shore because Dad wanted to see what it was like in the winter. Back in those days before seatbelts we would flip the seats down in the stationwagon and ride first class with blankets and pillows. We got to the ocean and it was frigged, the wind was howling, with snow twirling around. We ran up to the Boardwalk and just as quickly all ran back to the warmth of the car. But it was wasn't the destination as much as it was the drive and the memories. Dorney Park, Hersey Park, Steel Pier and Diving Horses... all the best stuff!
Family was important to Dad also. Whether it was playing cards in the dining room with my Grandparents, visiting the Fritsch's, Antinucci's, Uncle Joe, the Dalton's or Metter's it was all so exciting. Back in the day Dad could toss a couple down and told me the story of how young Harry and him were at a bar and Harry tripped the tumbled down the steps... and then came up not spilling a drop of the drink he had in his hand. He loved Harry.
He was also a great, kind Grandfather and I don't know what I would have done without Mom and him in their lives. Someone asked me what was my secret of having the great kids I have... and I think they had allot to do with it.
Though we didn't always see eye to eye in later years as allot of Fathers and Sons do. Looking through the pictures for this unfortunate task reminded me of just how great a Father he was. One of the Best! We will miss you Dad.
Jim Elwell