Golf Caddy

A strong memory I have is when Dad played golf in Mountain Fuel golf tournaments occasionally. He would let one of us kids be his caddy and we would walk the entire course with him. After the tournament was over, he would walk over to the practice green and he would let me putt for a little while. I think I was 11, and he stopped golfing later on. It meant a lot to me to be his caddy.
--Marilyn

Career Day

Dad built a plywood box, painted it red, put switches on the inside, Christmas lights on the outside, wired them together so the lights would simulate how a computer worked and then brought it into my classroom to demonstrate for Career Day. I remember watching him build the box, and I remember him coming to the class talking about computers. I thought it was great and I was very proud of what he did. There used to be the old data punched cards used to feed into big computers, and he’d bring home tons of the used computer data cards and we made up dozens of games with them.
--Marilyn