Well, we left off with me a baby and visiting my Dad in Kansas. I don’t know what happened from that point for the next couple years, but my Dad eventually came home from the war. I don’t know exactly when he returned, but I do know he served in Italy and was wounded there. He was shot in the leg and carried the scar the rest of his life. He got a “Purple Heart” for the injury. Every soldier who was injured in the war got a Purple Heart. I have it in a box in the basement.
When my Dad came home from the war, he decided that he didn’t want to be married anymore. I’ve always heard I was three when they divorced, so that would be 1945. Anyway, he left my Mom and I and I hardly ever saw him again. We got together maybe once or twice a year and it was usually for a special event like Christmas or some birthday . The Hoag’s were big on family reunions and tried to have a big get together every year. My mother would send me to the reunions, but my Dad hardly ever went to them. Over the years, he got a reputation for not being being part of the family.
Keeping this short, let’s stop here for today. I hope everyone doesn’t get 30 e-mails as a result of this post. Let me know if that happens.
Dad