![]() He was trying to make life easier for “Mitts” but in the process he thrilled us kids that we could “watch TV in the Living Room.” That’s my dad: solving problems with unforgettable solutions. What pins the moment in time is the image of my dad moving the upstairs den TV to the downstairs living room, no small feat in the era of 200 pound TVs. Smith” invented by the neighborhood kids she took care of). One-years old at the time, I have no memory of the news hitting the family, but I think I remember mom and dad being gone for what seemed like a month, with me and my two older siblings Sue and John being looked after in our big, dark house by our babysitter “Mitts” (a mispronunciation of “Mrs. (Click here or google: “Lee McKinney Titusville” for details) My earliest memory of my dad-and I’m checking with my siblings now to see if this is even possible-was when my mom and dad chaperoned our Aunt NeeNee down to Nassau in the Bahamas, after her 14-yr old daughter died in a tragic but avoidable Jeep accident in 1957. My dad is 95 years old and and it’s taken me this long to realize I’ve never told him how much I appreciate everything he taught me and did for me over the years, so I thought I’d take a moment now before he goes and does something that makes me rethink all of this.
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