My Father
I mentioned in an earlier posting how my father - Walter Berg, Sr. -

Dad was born in Indiana, but grew up in Beardstown, Illinois where his father was the pastor of the Lutheran church there. He had two sisters and five brothers, but two of the brothers died as young children. That was not uncommon in earlier generations. The family lived in a German speaking community, and all the services at his father’s church were in German. Dad didn’t learn English until he started to school. When he finished school in Beardstown, his father sent him to Ft. Wayne, Indiana to study for the ministry. He made good grades in Ft. Wayne, but quickly decided that the ministry was not for him.
It was in Ft. Wayne that he started playing baseball and rose to the semi-pro ranks. A bout with rheumatic fever left him with a crippled foot. That ended his baseball career. He tried to join the army when World War I came along, but was rejected because of that foot. He spent those war years in Philadelphia working for the Army Quartermaster Corps as a civilian. When the war was over, he moved to North Carolina to be nearer his folks. His father, by then, had taken a job as president of a college in Greensboro. Dad found a job selling Bibles. He rode on horseback through the mountain communities selling Bibles, until one day he was challenged by a bootlegger who thought he might be a revenue agent. I don’t know the details of that, but it must have been traumatic. It was soon after that he got out of there and moved to Florida.
In Florida, Dad’s first job was as a night watchman at one of the phosphate mines. During the day, he bought fresh produce and shipped it to his brother in North Carolina to sell. It was while doing that that he found the job as bookkeeper and office manager of O’Berry & Hall Co., a wholesale grocery distributor in Tampa. And it was there that he met my mother. That was about 1926 or 1927. It didn’t take long for the two of them to decide to make a life together and get married.

But there were two problems. Dad developed a bad case of tuberculosis and had to leave his job. He spent a year in bed, nursed by his mother. He went from a skinny 160 pounds to 225 pounds, but the confinement and good nursing brought him back to health. He went back to work in 1928, and he and Mom resumed their engagement. But they had to keep it a secret from their boss - the owner of the company. Even after they were married in 1930, they had to keep it a secret because if it became known, one of them would have to quit work. With jobs hard to find, especially at the beginning of the Great Depression, they avoided the issue as long as they could.
Then Mom became pregnant. Rather than just her resigning, they both quit. They moved to Orlando, Florida and bought a little grocery store and gasoline filling station. The building they rented had an apartment above the store where they lived. The timing was wrong. It was a neighborhood business, and nobody in the

My Dad was a Christian, but I think he was disillusioned with church, having grown up as "preacher’s kid." His father had been treated rather poorly at the end by the church in Beardstown. Also,

I loved my Dad. He was also my best friend. He never lifted a hand to me that I recall. Mom was the disciplinarian. I have a clear memory of listening every evening for the sound of his old Model A Ford rounding the corner at the end of Wilson Avenue as he was coming home from work. Supper was usually ready, and afterward, if there was any daylight left, we’d go out in the yard and play catch. If not, Dad would

I’m trying to confine these postings to things that occurred before the end of World War II, so I’ll stop here except to say that Dad lived until 1969 when he died at age 80 after complications set in following cataract surgery on his eyes.
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Why don't you label the pictures?
Just trying to see how this works.
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