January 23, 2009.

January 23, 2009.
My Dad was born 119 years ago today, in Hillsdale, Michigan, and I still miss him very much. If I was born at home, I am sure that he was too. He was one of nine children born to Edith Cole and Peter L’Amoreaux. They were a musical family. Each of the siblings played at least one instrument, and some played two! My Dad played the e-flat- alto horn (similar sound of the French horn) and the violin.
He graduated from Hillsdale high school in the Class of 1908. A few years later, he went to work for the New York Central Railroad. He worked for them nearly 45 years, retiring from their Detroit office, as Chief Timekeeper, in 1955. He met my Mother, when they were working at the railroad’s freight office in Hillsdale. They were married on June 19, 1917 in Hillsdale. There were four of us kids (Jeanne, Bob, Jack and myself - Jack (Brother Mateo) and I survive) - plus Mom told me that she had four
mis-carriages.
My Dad registered for the Draft in World War I, but got a deferment. I assume it was because he was supporting his parents. Speaking of supportive, he was always there for me physically, and with his understanding and encouragement.
He always enjoyed humor. His genes now reside in me.
Happy Birthday, Dad.