Friday, May 25, 2012

In Memory of . . . my father

Roe Henry Price
January 4, 1927 to December 5, 2007

As Memorial Day draws near, this post is in memory of my Father.  This is one of my favorite photos of him, so young, so handsome, so full of life.  And that smile, isn't it infectiousness?

My Father joined the Army when he was a senior in high school.  The Army agreed to let him finish high school and upon graduation he would be sworn in.  World War II was coming to a close and instead of being sent to Europe or Japan, my father was sent to Brazil.  He was part of a unit which took aerial photographs of Brazil and the Amazon River.

Having grown up in the mountains, my father intensely disliked hot weather.  Spending a year living on the equator must have been pure misery.  But like most things in his life, he accepted his lot and tried to make the best of his situation.  There's that infectiousness smile again.

1 comment:

  1. I do so love older pictures of service members. I don't think my husband's official portrait any less handsome, but there's something about that age that comes across so romantic. Both of my grandfathers served at the close of WWII and have an interesting perspective on the military in those days.