He was born in 1902 in Bristow Oklahoma. Left school and home at 16 for the boomtowns of the Oklahoma oilfields. Barely missed World War I.
Worked his way up to ‘Driller’ for Phillips Petroleum during the 20’s and 30’s. A leader of men, tough men – roughnecks. A tough S.O.B. during tough times. He survived the Great Depression.
When World War II came along he was 40 years old, and old man for those days. But he became a Seabee and a Chief Petty Officer. Spent the war mostly on Guadalcanal building and rebuilding Henderson Field. A jungle airstrip that would become pivotal in winning the war in the Pacific.
He came home from the war and met a sophisticated lady and married her even though he was a little rough around the edges. A few years later he got sick and passed on in 1964. I was just 16. I miss all the oilfield stories, the depression stories and how I should manage and save my money because it could happen again. I especially miss the war stories.
I still miss my dad and honor him this father’s day.