My father, Harold Jackle, was born and raised in Ozone Park (Queens, NY). He was the epitome of the self-made man. He never even finished high school, yet worked his way to upper management with the Oliver Machinery Company, working for them for over 50 years. He was also proud to have been a member of the U.S. Marine Corp.
He made countless sacrifices for our family. He often traveled and was away from home three or four nights per week, but never made us feel short-changed. We enjoying quality time with him when he was home.
His death was a testament to his life. Hundreds of people came, from all over the country, to pay their respects in September 2007. The word “mentor” was used by so many that day, when speaking about him.
There is no one that I will ever respect more than my father – the Greatest Dad Who Ever Lived.