It’s funny what I remember about my father. One of the earliest memories I have (I must have been 5 or6) is when he had a buckskin jacket made for my mom and he himself used the scraps that were left over to make me my very own buckskin vest (I was really proud of that vest) and the time at Christmas when I pointed out a battery powered car I liked and he so skillfully had me looking at other toys while he secretly bought the car only to have it start up in the package on the way home ( there went that surprise).
He was always good with his hands. If he wasn’t building a house he was installing a door or window. No job was too big or too small. But, what I remember best is him starting as just another contractor doing a job but always finishing as a friend. That says volumes about the kind of man he was.
He was a Marine during World War 2. He didn’t talk much about the war but I remember often hearing of the time he and his brothers, before the U.S. was in the war, going to Canada to join the Royal Canadian Air Force but were turned away as being too young (he was the youngest). He had to wait a couple of years to join the Marines.
I remember much more, all of it good. At the time of her death he and my mother had been married for well over fifty years. In this day and age that can’t be said about to many couples. This is another testament as to the man he was. He will be missed by may people but especially missed by me.
Richard A. Riker Jr.