Sunday, June 21, 2015


In the early 1960's this is how we dressed to go to Sunday Mass, the early Mass, the Low Mass!
My Father stationed at Ft. Jackson around 1942 prior to being sent into World War II in North Africa and then Italy (which changed his life forever). This is in front of the Capitol Building (State House) in Columbia, South Carolina. Little did he know then, that he, a Cape Bretoner from Nova Scotia would end up 90 miles west of this photo in Augusta, Georgia in 1960 and die there in 1987!:
Others at Ft. Jackson, SC:

Then somewhere overseas:

Then in good old Napoli at a restaurant:

Then in Atlanta, Georgia, not long after arriving there, around 1957:


Angry Augustinian said...

Fifteen days ago, in 1944, my father landed at Normandy on Omaha Beach with the Second Infantry Division and fought from there all the way to Berlin. He had married my mother not long before he left for England. After the war, he came home and went to work for Ga. Power Co. as a warehouse foreman for 37 years. He died in 1980 on Father's Day, which was also my mother's birthday.

WSquared said...

Your father looks very striking.

Happy Father's Day, Father.

Anonymous said...

Wow, A. Augustinian, about your dad! I've been watching PBS shows recently about WWII, the Nazi defenses along the Normandy coast and one specifically about the landing at Omaha beach. When I was a kid my dad would watch any show that came on about WWII, but I wasn't much interested back then. My dad didn't serve in the military because he was classified 4F due to poor sight in his right eye and he was a skilled machinist, so I think they felt he'd be of more use here. I always wondered why he was so interested in WWII, but as I watch some of these programs I find the stories absolutely fascinating, and can see what he found so interesting.

Several of my uncles served overseas and one was wounded, but thankfully they all came home. As far as I'm concerned, they were all heroes.

I salute your dad, and glad he made it through at Omaha beach and was part of the force that went on to take Berlin. I admire that generation more than I can ever express. May God rest his soul.

Angry Augustinian said...

Jon said...


At my FSSP parish here in Pennsylvania, it's still how we dress every Sunday morning, even for the 8 o'clock Low Mass.

It wouldn't occur to any man in the parish to show up without coat and tie.

Anonymous said...

Father, these photos show that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree ...