This Memorial Day, I’m proud to honor my father, John Bauerle, a “Right Stuff” naval pilot who died in service to our country on March 4, 1957, when I was six months old.
Isn’t he handsome! I inherited his chin, skin, and love of adventure and classical music.
Neil Armstrong and his wife and my godparents, Loren & Pat Graham, also a naval family, were some of the first to comfort and help my mother after the plane crash. And Loren has been a wonderful surrogate for John.
My deepest admiration though, goes to my mother, Virginia Murphy Bauerle Blankenbaker, for picking herself up from that excruciating loss and building an amazing life for herself, me and her later loves/husbands and children.