Posted by Sara Daleski on August 26, 2021:

Next to being a Dad, my father was most proud of his military service, and his time at West Point. We heard countless stories about his experiences. Our favorite story was how he got in: when his mother (a tough northern Michigan bird) learned that a neighbor's son had been admitted, she set about getting the appointment, and told my Dad he should have no problems because "So and so got in, and he's dumber than you are." (Turns out Dad was incredibly intelligent!) He loved the routine, the uniforms, the order. West Point influenced him for the rest of his life. He rolled his socks and underwear up until he passed away, and could finish a meal like there was only three minutes left for chow. He told us stories of sneaking into New York City for blue note jazz concerts, and how the engineering courses helped him with woodworking and building. He remained friends with many of his classmates, especially our "Uncle" Ron Rule, who was Dad's neighbor until Ron passed away. My parents moved in with me a few years ago when the distance became an issue, I built a big airy addition they enjoyed. During Covid we had whole parking lots to ourselves for our daily walks and talks. My Dad was a good friend, husband, father, and volunteer. I served 8 years in the USAF fixing jets, and it felt like honoring him. His family adored him. He loved a good crime or history novel, loved all animals (but especially dogs and cats), and almost all sports (he was a natural athlete). His favorite foods were so simple -- pancakes, trips to the local Mexican restaurant, any new ethnic food we found. He taught us all to love gardening and both my brother and I love woodworking, as a result of his influence. He got me my first pony, and made me love camping (which I do this day!) He taught us to work hard, to take care of our families, and to give back to the communities we live in. I feel his loss terribly, and I miss him every day.

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