Last year I lost my most wonderful father. Today would have been his 85 birthday - so please indulge me while I tell you a little bit about this wonderful soul. My father was the type to not speak ill of people and in fact he loved people and he loved to entertain. He was even tempered and never raised a hand to me or my brothers and sisters. He indulged us in every way he could and encouraged us to strive to do our best. He always reminded us that we each had to make our own mark on the world and we had to remember our roots since it was those roots that gave us grounding. My father, Richard Halford was born in Ventura, Iowa to Christine and Sidney Halford. He served in World War II as a Corporal in the United States Army having served in France, England and Germany. Richard gr...
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