Had he have still been alive, my dad would have been 107 today; I was always led to believe that he was born in 1904, but for some reason 1905 seems to have been the right year.
He died in ’81 at age 76, my present age.
He was a fine man. Honest and straight as a dye, or die, whichever spelling you prefer. I shall write more about my dad later.
Both his father & mother lived ’til 86 or 87 years of age.
I’ll probably write some drivel on this subject in another category some time soon. Or later!