For many of us, our fathers and grandfathers have been the prime influences in our lives. It was certainly true for me, and of course, not only for trains but for the most important aspects of our character. My father and grandfather conspired (my mother would say) to give me (themselves) a train set at an early age. This photo is from Christmas 1958. I am four, but you can see the magic take hold.
My father and I have shared a passion for history and trains all my life, as this 2005 photo from our exploration of the PRR Panhandle shows.
Dad passed away on Wednesday, December 3 at the age of 98. We miss him badly, but are comforted by the fact that he lived a long life of service to his country, his community, his church and his family. A World War II veteran (USN Pacific Theatre), he was buried yesterday (Monday) with full military honors in his hometown of Weirton, WV.
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People his age are called the Greatest Generation. In my mind, there is no doubt.
George