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Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:19 pm
My dad lived to be 94 and he LOVED life. His stories were so wonderful, he accomplished so much. He was THE smartest man I have ever known. He was a mechanical engineer by trade but he was also a newspaper author, he helped his mother run her newspaper, he was a lieutenant in the US Army during WWII, an inventor and he was a farmer. He was a voracious scholar and probably had close to 1,000 books in his possession when he died, including three sets of encyclopedias. He went to school during the depression and knew how lucky he was to have been able to do that. His thirst for knowledge never waned. He wanted to know about EVERYTHING. He and Mom adopted me when he was 68 years old. At the age of 75, he and I set off on our last big vacation together, driving some 5,000 miles across the US, from Tennessee to Washington State with a lot of stops in between. At 85, he volunteered to be my daughter's babysitter. At 90, he raised a two acre garden that produced enough vegetable to feed three families for a year. At 92, he buried my mom. They had been married for 63 years. They had two sons, 8 grandkids (I was one of the 8), and one great-grandchild. Although he had had a couple of strokes a few years before, he remained in extremely good health, up until the last year. He led a VERY full life.