He eventually met my mother (Louada 
                            Farnham) and they began dating. They married in June 
                            of 1948, moved to Long Island and had six children, 
                            3 boys and 3 girls.
                          In 1959, we moved to San Fernando 
                            Valley, California for approximately 18 months as 
                            my dad was sent out there on a special assignment 
                            by Kellogg Company to work on designing controls for 
                            defense missiles. Following the conclusion of this 
                            assignment, we returned to Long Island, and in 1961 
                            relocated to Miami, Florida. 
                            
                            In Florida, My dad worked for H. J. Ross & Associates 
                            as a design engineer. He loved his work and made many 
                            significant contributions. He was especially proud 
                            of his work on missile controls.
                            
                            Unfortunately, he passed away on March 12, 1976 at 
                            the very young age of 50. He was diagnosed with acute 
                            hepatitis. Back then, liver transplants did not exist. 
                            
                            
                            I was 21 at the time that he died and we were quite 
                            close. He was not only the best father in the whole 
                            world (in my opinion), but he was a loving and caring 
                            husband. He had a strong work ethic and instilled 
                            great qualities in all of us children. He was very 
                            patient and had a wonderful sense of humor.
                            
                            I remember him telling stories about WW II; he was 
                            quite proud of his accomplishments. I wish I had listened 
                            more intently to those stories.