This is the earliest picture I have of my father. I have been told he was in the eighth grade when this picture was taken. Is that what you remember, Sister?
Unfortunately, he passed away in 1973 on Sister's birthday week-end, at the age of 63 (before he had his 64th birthday). While that is, to me, a young age, he actually outlived his three brothers and my grandparents.
It was a blessing to have a good man such as he was as my father. I've childhood memories of fishing trips (can't believe I actually helped dig red worms for bait!) and local baseball games with him, as well as listening to the radio tuned to the broadcast of a major league game. I don't think he missed any!:-)