We lived in a split level three bedroom home at 116 Folkstone Rd. My earliest memories of Dad were waking up to spend time with him in the morning. Since he worked so much, that was th only time I was guaranteed to have with him. I have been a morning person ever since. He would be in the kitchen reading the newspaper, drinking coffee, and smoking cigarettes. It was his smoker's hack that woke me up every morning.
When he started with Friden he was a service technician. Sometimes he would bring home a machine to work on it over night or over the weekend. I have never forgotten the sounds and smells of those clunking electromechanical calculators.
I have vague memories of watching Star Trek with him on our color(!) television set.
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