Granddad McIntosh

It was 60 years ago today that Dad's father died -- on what was then Armistice Day. The date somehow seemed fitting --he was proud of his service in the army, both in the Mexican expedition (c.1912) and in World War I. He was a gentle person, quiet, intelligent, with a sly sense of humor. And he loved his wife and son more than anything else in the world. As you know, he was a weighmaster at the mine in Van Lear, but when it was time for school for Julius he wanted something better for him so they moved to Middletown. He had had one year of business college, so he got a job with the gas & electric company as a clerk. It didn't pay much but it was steady. He would have been so proud of each one of you, and your children. I wish you could have known him.

Love, Mother