My paternal grandfather was born in Nov. 1903.

His mother died when he was a child, he was raised by his grandmother.

He was too young to enlist in World War I. Family legend tell us that he was standing in line a few days before his birthday, on Nov. 11, 1911, trying again to enlist when news came by telegraph that the Armistice had just been signed and the war over. Enlistment ennded, and he was told to go back home.

As World War II began, he was 38, considered too old to serve. He did, however, serve, not in the military, but as a civilian. Helping with supplies and such. He was stationed in Hawaii at the time.

My father was in the Navy in the Pacific, and on some occasions they were able to get together there.