My Dad was a policeman. He wasn’t always a cop, but that’s who he became, and I believe he was proud of the designation. He volunteered for the Army Air Force at the end of WWII (his Mama had to sign for him because he was 17 and his older brother was already in the Army), but the hostilities ended before he was sent to the Pacific. He ended up in Fairbanks Alaska as a propeller mechanic for B-29 bombers. He always said he thought plowing with a mule in Mathiston MS was hard until they made him work on metal bomber propellers in subzero weather. After he finished his enlistment, his Captain attempted to talk him into re-enlisting for another 4-year hitch. “I will, Sir,” Daddy told him, “Just as soon as I go back to Mississippi to see my folks and my girl.” “No, you won't,” the Captain replied, “you’ll fall in love and the Air Force will never see you again.”
Glenn, your dad didn't have any money to give you boys because every penny had a place. Been there, done that. After all you little angels left and brought your children around, he and your mom had some extra money to give and I know it made them feel so good to be able to do so. Sounds like you had a good time with those cars though. Good times. Great memories.
Glenn, your dad didn't have any money to give you boys because every penny had a place. Been there, done that. After all you little angels left and brought your children around, he and your mom had some extra money to give and I know it made them feel so good to be able to do so. Sounds like you had a good time with those cars though. Good times. Great memories.