Roger M Watt - April 8, 1914 - March 27, 1981 My father was a good man. He was born in Oklahoma 98 years ago today. He grew up during the First World War and the economic boom of the 20s. When the bust happened, he moved to Los Angeles with his family. In 1934, he met my mother at a Halloween Party. He was 20, she was 15, and he was in love for life. The raven haired, dark eyed beauty won his heart and his devotion. When my mother became bedridden with tuberculosis, he visited her every day, bringing her books from the library and news of the world. They married on Father's Day in 1939. During the final years of the Second World War, my father was drafted into military service and left my mother with her parents - pregnant with their third child and my brother Jim and sister Judie. He contracted malaria in the Philippines and spent most of his service in a hospital in Hawaii. On March 27, 1946 my parents and their three chi...
A collection of musings and writings on my life, my loves, my movies, my friends, my family. My view - from my couch.