By Ron O’Clair
My father had seven children, and was married to my mother for 20 years before they were divorced. I was the fifth of seven children that bared his name. I lost my father when I was just 18 years old, two years after my mother also passed away.
I did not have the benefit of having my parents around to guide me in my later years, but I can proudly say that the lessons they taught me while they were alive were lasting ones. My father John Edward O’Clair Sr. had a strong sense of right from wrong, and a healthy respect for the law, as do I.
He served in uniform to protect America from her enemies during World War 2, and did not shirk from his duty as so many did in later years by evading the draft for Vietnam. I put this down to his own ideals of what it is to be a man. A man does not fail to honor his obligations, or he could not hold his head high, proud to be a man. My father honored his word, and enjoyed a reputation of honesty, integrity, and earned his reputation the old fashioned way, he worked for it. Continue reading My Dad taught me well