It's a slightly more serious blog entry today. Today, July 10th, would have been my dad's 97th birthday. He grew up through the Depression, went to war in the Pacific and then took up a small sheep farm on his return.
Unlike many of his contemporaries, he never held a grudge against the Japanese (some of his friends would never buy a Japanese car, for example) and even picked up Japanese hitchhikers and took them home to the farm.
Dad wanted me to take up the farm but was still fully supportive when I went off to Art School instead. I was the first person on his side of the family to graduate with a degree, as far as we are aware. Dad had to leave school at age 12 to help support his family.
We all thought he would make 100...but we lost him almost 3 years ago. It's part of his legacy as a practical man that I have the skills to make, disassemble and remake stuff - including computers!
I miss him...
