|My father at 12 years old|
After the war he came home and my mother an he were married and a year went by and she became "In the family way" as they said back then with my brother Phillip. He was born with several medical problem and spent a large part of his short life in The Babies Hospital. Phillip passed away about a year later toward the end of 1947.
Soon after I was born the trucking company he was the manager for in Wilmington went bankrupt.
In 1952 we had just moved into a new house, well new to us, on Mercer Avenue when my twin sisters Mary Katherine and Eva Louise were born. They were premature and did not survive. I don't think my parents ever got over this. This and the loss of my brother I am sure had a lot to do with me being spoiled.
|My father with my daughter 1972|
There were many good times, it wasn't all bad, but the point of this story is: through all these troubles I never heard him complain or try and blame anyone. He always no matter how he felt or what he thought on the inside, was nothing but positive on the outside. I say I learned this from him, but I have never quite managed to live like this even though I try.