WW2 US Army Air Corp stationed in Germany after the war.
Married to Ruth Estelle Chrystie 1943-1964-children Cynthia and Gerald David
Married to Virginia Mae Hufford 1975-1980
After the war worked for Gulf Oil Corp in Philadelphia.
He loved to read, goof off, study astronomy and play the violin. He played "air violin" way before there was "air guitar".
He struggled with mental health problems most of his adult life and was a recovering alcoholic in later years. He suffered greatly from mistreatment in the medical profession, most especially when tormented by his fears they recommended my mother drive him to visit a local insane asylum. He thought she was having him committed.
His parents died in the 1950's and Gulf Oil went through a lot of changes. They were transferring everyone first to Haddonfield New Jersey then to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. He saw the opportunity to take severance pay and move to New England with his family and starting anew.He later heard that most of the people transferred were later fired once out in Pittsburgh. Dad felt he made the right decision to move .
Upon arriving on Cape Cod the plight to find a job was unique. We wanted to live in Chatham but the only jobs were off Cape involving a long commute. He got a job with a government firm in Mattapoiset and found that to be too much stress working in a high security job. So he left that job and decided it was time to start a family business and bought the Chatham Coffee and Donut Shop. Mom cooked, my father made the donuts and my brother and I waited on and cleaned. My Dad made THE best donut EVER. The stress of the working life took its toll again and he drank heavily. He was dragged home one night from a local bar- his feet leaving a trail in the snow. I remember my brother and I thinking it was funny at the time and we struggled to get him inside and on the love seat to sleep it off. The following day he claimed someone must have slipped him a "mickey". It was the beginning of the end. My parents divorced in 1964 and my father left Cape Cod humiliated and down trodden. He later explained that it was his responsibility to be a better husband and father and he knew he failed. We never saw him again. He spent his remaining 20 years living alone or with his brother or with old Army buddies. He would write sporadically.
He maintained his self deprecating sense of humor to the end I am sure. He never had a bad word to say about his kids, and professed his love for my mother to his dying day.
Sgt Ivan W Flye who witnessed your marriage.
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Just noticed this coincidence the other day- he and uncle Morgan share birthdays and death dates.
Morgan Moore
**
Married to Ruth Estelle Chrystie 1943-1964-children Cynthia and Gerald David
Married to Virginia Mae Hufford 1975-1980
After the war worked for Gulf Oil Corp in Philadelphia.
He loved to read, goof off, study astronomy and play the violin. He played "air violin" way before there was "air guitar".
He struggled with mental health problems most of his adult life and was a recovering alcoholic in later years. He suffered greatly from mistreatment in the medical profession, most especially when tormented by his fears they recommended my mother drive him to visit a local insane asylum. He thought she was having him committed.
His parents died in the 1950's and Gulf Oil went through a lot of changes. They were transferring everyone first to Haddonfield New Jersey then to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. He saw the opportunity to take severance pay and move to New England with his family and starting anew.He later heard that most of the people transferred were later fired once out in Pittsburgh. Dad felt he made the right decision to move .
Upon arriving on Cape Cod the plight to find a job was unique. We wanted to live in Chatham but the only jobs were off Cape involving a long commute. He got a job with a government firm in Mattapoiset and found that to be too much stress working in a high security job. So he left that job and decided it was time to start a family business and bought the Chatham Coffee and Donut Shop. Mom cooked, my father made the donuts and my brother and I waited on and cleaned. My Dad made THE best donut EVER. The stress of the working life took its toll again and he drank heavily. He was dragged home one night from a local bar- his feet leaving a trail in the snow. I remember my brother and I thinking it was funny at the time and we struggled to get him inside and on the love seat to sleep it off. The following day he claimed someone must have slipped him a "mickey". It was the beginning of the end. My parents divorced in 1964 and my father left Cape Cod humiliated and down trodden. He later explained that it was his responsibility to be a better husband and father and he knew he failed. We never saw him again. He spent his remaining 20 years living alone or with his brother or with old Army buddies. He would write sporadically.
He maintained his self deprecating sense of humor to the end I am sure. He never had a bad word to say about his kids, and professed his love for my mother to his dying day.
Sgt Ivan W Flye who witnessed your marriage.
**
Just noticed this coincidence the other day- he and uncle Morgan share birthdays and death dates.
Morgan Moore
**
WW2 US Army Air Corp stationed in Germany after the war.
Married to Ruth Estelle Chrystie 1943-1964-children Cynthia and Gerald David
Married to Virginia Mae Hufford 1975-1980
After the war worked for Gulf Oil Corp in Philadelphia.
He loved to read, goof off, study astronomy and play the violin. He played "air violin" way before there was "air guitar".
He struggled with mental health problems most of his adult life and was a recovering alcoholic in later years. He suffered greatly from mistreatment in the medical profession, most especially when tormented by his fears they recommended my mother drive him to visit a local insane asylum. He thought she was having him committed.
His parents died in the 1950's and Gulf Oil went through a lot of changes. They were transferring everyone first to Haddonfield New Jersey then to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. He saw the opportunity to take severance pay and move to New England with his family and starting anew.He later heard that most of the people transferred were later fired once out in Pittsburgh. Dad felt he made the right decision to move .
Upon arriving on Cape Cod the plight to find a job was unique. We wanted to live in Chatham but the only jobs were off Cape involving a long commute. He got a job with a government firm in Mattapoiset and found that to be too much stress working in a high security job. So he left that job and decided it was time to start a family business and bought the Chatham Coffee and Donut Shop. Mom cooked, my father made the donuts and my brother and I waited on and cleaned. My Dad made THE best donut EVER. The stress of the working life took its toll again and he drank heavily. He was dragged home one night from a local bar- his feet leaving a trail in the snow. I remember my brother and I thinking it was funny at the time and we struggled to get him inside and on the love seat to sleep it off. The following day he claimed someone must have slipped him a "mickey". It was the beginning of the end. My parents divorced in 1964 and my father left Cape Cod humiliated and down trodden. He later explained that it was his responsibility to be a better husband and father and he knew he failed. We never saw him again. He spent his remaining 20 years living alone or with his brother or with old Army buddies. He would write sporadically.
He maintained his self deprecating sense of humor to the end I am sure. He never had a bad word to say about his kids, and professed his love for my mother to his dying day.
Sgt Ivan W Flye who witnessed your marriage.
**
Just noticed this coincidence the other day- he and uncle Morgan share birthdays and death dates.
Morgan Moore
**
Married to Ruth Estelle Chrystie 1943-1964-children Cynthia and Gerald David
Married to Virginia Mae Hufford 1975-1980
After the war worked for Gulf Oil Corp in Philadelphia.
He loved to read, goof off, study astronomy and play the violin. He played "air violin" way before there was "air guitar".
He struggled with mental health problems most of his adult life and was a recovering alcoholic in later years. He suffered greatly from mistreatment in the medical profession, most especially when tormented by his fears they recommended my mother drive him to visit a local insane asylum. He thought she was having him committed.
His parents died in the 1950's and Gulf Oil went through a lot of changes. They were transferring everyone first to Haddonfield New Jersey then to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. He saw the opportunity to take severance pay and move to New England with his family and starting anew.He later heard that most of the people transferred were later fired once out in Pittsburgh. Dad felt he made the right decision to move .
Upon arriving on Cape Cod the plight to find a job was unique. We wanted to live in Chatham but the only jobs were off Cape involving a long commute. He got a job with a government firm in Mattapoiset and found that to be too much stress working in a high security job. So he left that job and decided it was time to start a family business and bought the Chatham Coffee and Donut Shop. Mom cooked, my father made the donuts and my brother and I waited on and cleaned. My Dad made THE best donut EVER. The stress of the working life took its toll again and he drank heavily. He was dragged home one night from a local bar- his feet leaving a trail in the snow. I remember my brother and I thinking it was funny at the time and we struggled to get him inside and on the love seat to sleep it off. The following day he claimed someone must have slipped him a "mickey". It was the beginning of the end. My parents divorced in 1964 and my father left Cape Cod humiliated and down trodden. He later explained that it was his responsibility to be a better husband and father and he knew he failed. We never saw him again. He spent his remaining 20 years living alone or with his brother or with old Army buddies. He would write sporadically.
He maintained his self deprecating sense of humor to the end I am sure. He never had a bad word to say about his kids, and professed his love for my mother to his dying day.
Sgt Ivan W Flye who witnessed your marriage.
**
Just noticed this coincidence the other day- he and uncle Morgan share birthdays and death dates.
Morgan Moore
**
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