He turned the page to reveal some sort of certificate. The felt cover had been flimsy causing Dad to be careful when he first took it up. Maybe fifteen inches long and eight wide. The volume was a long rectangular affair. Naval ships that had been glued into the album. He put in thirty-two years.” He was looking at pictures of U. I could see a bosun’s whistle neatly placed among clothes and boxes packed in the locker.ĭad was taking his time with the photo album. I doubt Uncle Bill put a date on it,” he said, turning the photo over and nodding that he had been right. The picture had fallen from a photo album that had been atop the remainder. The grin was a ‘go-to-hell’ smile as far as I was concerned.ĭad continued to look through the maze of stuff in the foot locker opened before us. The cigarette dangling from his mouth obviously burned his eyes. The deckle-edged photograph showed a man in a t-shirt, dungarees wearing a sailor hat pushed forward over his brow.
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