This page is dedicated to my dad who died January 19, 2003.
Clyde Wallace Hilliard
Family Page
Right: Clyde playing his favorite game, Horseshoes. Below: Dad blowing bubbles and enjoying his grand-kids in 1987.
Dad was proud to have an author in the family.
Left, Dad with a mustache and Scampie.
Lois and Clyde, wedding day and anniversary.
Visiting New York Harbor, Clyde with wife, Lois, Statute of Liberty and World Trade Center in background. August, 1998. Below, Dad took up a hobby--looking into the heavens.
During the 1950's Dad worked as a welder. Left: he was preparing to go to the hospital with a hernia caused by work. Below left, Dad cooking from a grill he made. Directly below, Dad with his "kiddos"--Pat, Ed and Bruce.
Back when Clyde was a kid, the neighbors called them "the Hilliard tribe" because they were Native Americans: Cherokee and Black Foot, as well as English and Welsh. Below is Ralph Hilliard, "pappy" as Clyde called him, and Amanda, Dad's mom. His sister, Mildred, was shopping that day and missed the picture. Clyde is the blonde infront of his Dad.
What I remember about Dad:
He hated wearing suits.
He liked supper to be ready by 5:00 p.m.
He always gave mom his paycheck.
He liked to stay up late and watch the Johnnie Carson show.
He drank a lot of coffee.
He enjoyed the Natural History Museum the most, when he visited me in Cleveland.
When he saw NY harbor, he remembered coming to the World's Fair in NY in 1939 with his mother and brothers.
He always called his children "kiddos."
The greatest thing he did was:
He preached over the supper table that big business was out to cheat the working man. (I always assumed that included women.)
