Dad
was the oldest of three sons, and grew up in Smethport,
Pennsylvania, right by the Allegheny
National Forest. This was and is prime hunting and
fishing territory. Dad enjoyed fly fishing and did hunt, but his first
love was always ham radio, followed closely by photography. Eventually
he gave up photographic darkrooms, but always had a radio set nearby
at home and in the car.
His
career as a ham
took him many places he never anticipated. As a young man, he joined
the Naval Reserve as a Radioman 3rd class, later an Ensign. In 1939,
following the discovery of a spy at the London Embassy, President Roosevelt
directed the navy and army to train a small number of men to be dispatched
to major embassies as communications and code personnel in lieu of State
Department civilians. Dad was one of those selected and was stationed
at the Court of St. James, London, throughout the Blitz. Reassigned
to duty in Washington just before Pearl Harbor, he spent the rest of
WWII there as a CNO code and watch officer on White House liaison.
After
the war, and with a young family to support, he worked as a manufacturers'
sales representative for over 20 years, returning to radio in 1967 as
Communications Officer for PA Civil Defense until retirement.
He
was a great guy, a gifted storyteller, could play a dozen musical instruments,
and had a wonderful sense of humor. He and Mom traveled often after
he retired, bred Birman cats for a while, and played a lot of bridge.
He loved to read spy thrillers and never missed a ham radio schedule.
Hams have a phrase silent key to describe one
of their own who has died. A silent key is one of the saddest sounds
of all.
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