Growing up in Dayton doesn’t usually bring boating into a boy’s life, but Dad and some of his friends did use canoes on the nearby Mad River and rowboats fishing in lakes and water-filled gravel-pits. Dad was fond of boating and, although he didn’t own a boat until after he retired, we often went boating with his friends.
After Dad got out of high school and began working at Delco Moraine the draft was still in effect. He knew that he would soon have to make a decision about joining or waiting for his draft notice.
One day several of his friends approached him. They had talked to an Army recruiter who’d promised them that if they all joined up at the same time they could go to boot camp together. They all thought this would be a grand plan. Dad did too, with one exception – he wanted to go into the Navy.
A few months later, not long after I was born, Dad was honorably discharged and they went to Dayton. A few weeks after arriving home, the Korean War broke out. Dad said, “I didn’t even have time to unpack my seabag. Then I figured I might as well not unpack as I was sure I’d be called back up.”
He wasn't though.