Daryl K Jensen was born in Moab, Utah to a Mormon family; William Erastus Jensen and Ida Mae Shafer. Just a tidbit here the letter K is his middle name. It does not stand for a word or name. As a teen he worked his fathers hamburger joint as they called it. I heard it was a hopping place back in the day. As he grew older and hated flipping burgers, he left school at the 11th grade (legal back then) and joined the Navy. I am not sure of his exact enlistment date as I have not inquired as of yet. I know he separated sometime between 1945 and 1947 when my brother was born in Salt Lake City 1947.
Daryl worked at Wendover Field while living in Utah. After I was born in 1952, Daryl and Ann moved to Orlando, Orange, Florida where my dad worked as a civilian at McCoy AFB, now Orlando international, on the B-52s and later worked for McDonnell-Douglas Missile Division. Dad was a mechanic on both the B52's and missiles. The best part he'd bring home B-52 inner tubes they replaced on the B52's so we could jump on them and use them at all the different Florida Springs. He could not bring home any missiles though. Also, he worked as a part-time car mechanic at the local Sinclair in Azalea Park subdivision in Orlando and always doing his own maintenance on all the vehicles even mine when I lived at home.
He was an avid breakfast cook at home and made the best pancakes for breakfast. All other meals were on my mom, Ann Futral Jensen. Growing up he'd take us camping to Alexander Springs in Florida and my brother and me slept in a little make shift trailer with a cover. It was rather hot during the summer nights as it offered little air flow. Eventually we all moved to a large tent. In the evening we'd all go down to the docks at Alexander Springs and take marshmellows to feed "Pete" the local alligator who only came out at dusk. Pete was the highlight of the trip.
Daryl was a great dad and would give his shirt off his back to help you.
Daryl worked at Wendover Field while living in Utah. After I was born in 1952, Daryl and Ann moved to Orlando, Orange, Florida where my dad worked as a civilian at McCoy AFB, now Orlando international, on the B-52s and later worked for McDonnell-Douglas Missile Division. Dad was a mechanic on both the B52's and missiles. The best part he'd bring home B-52 inner tubes they replaced on the B52's so we could jump on them and use them at all the different Florida Springs. He could not bring home any missiles though. Also, he worked as a part-time car mechanic at the local Sinclair in Azalea Park subdivision in Orlando and always doing his own maintenance on all the vehicles even mine when I lived at home.
He was an avid breakfast cook at home and made the best pancakes for breakfast. All other meals were on my mom, Ann Futral Jensen. Growing up he'd take us camping to Alexander Springs in Florida and my brother and me slept in a little make shift trailer with a cover. It was rather hot during the summer nights as it offered little air flow. Eventually we all moved to a large tent. In the evening we'd all go down to the docks at Alexander Springs and take marshmellows to feed "Pete" the local alligator who only came out at dusk. Pete was the highlight of the trip.
Daryl was a great dad and would give his shirt off his back to help you.
Daryl K Jensen was born in Moab, Utah to a Mormon family; William Erastus Jensen and Ida Mae Shafer. Just a tidbit here the letter K is his middle name. It does not stand for a word or name. As a teen he worked his fathers hamburger joint as they called it. I heard it was a hopping place back in the day. As he grew older and hated flipping burgers, he left school at the 11th grade (legal back then) and joined the Navy. I am not sure of his exact enlistment date as I have not inquired as of yet. I know he separated sometime between 1945 and 1947 when my brother was born in Salt Lake City 1947.
Daryl worked at Wendover Field while living in Utah. After I was born in 1952, Daryl and Ann moved to Orlando, Orange, Florida where my dad worked as a civilian at McCoy AFB, now Orlando international, on the B-52s and later worked for McDonnell-Douglas Missile Division. Dad was a mechanic on both the B52's and missiles. The best part he'd bring home B-52 inner tubes they replaced on the B52's so we could jump on them and use them at all the different Florida Springs. He could not bring home any missiles though. Also, he worked as a part-time car mechanic at the local Sinclair in Azalea Park subdivision in Orlando and always doing his own maintenance on all the vehicles even mine when I lived at home.
He was an avid breakfast cook at home and made the best pancakes for breakfast. All other meals were on my mom, Ann Futral Jensen. Growing up he'd take us camping to Alexander Springs in Florida and my brother and me slept in a little make shift trailer with a cover. It was rather hot during the summer nights as it offered little air flow. Eventually we all moved to a large tent. In the evening we'd all go down to the docks at Alexander Springs and take marshmellows to feed "Pete" the local alligator who only came out at dusk. Pete was the highlight of the trip.
Daryl was a great dad and would give his shirt off his back to help you.
Daryl worked at Wendover Field while living in Utah. After I was born in 1952, Daryl and Ann moved to Orlando, Orange, Florida where my dad worked as a civilian at McCoy AFB, now Orlando international, on the B-52s and later worked for McDonnell-Douglas Missile Division. Dad was a mechanic on both the B52's and missiles. The best part he'd bring home B-52 inner tubes they replaced on the B52's so we could jump on them and use them at all the different Florida Springs. He could not bring home any missiles though. Also, he worked as a part-time car mechanic at the local Sinclair in Azalea Park subdivision in Orlando and always doing his own maintenance on all the vehicles even mine when I lived at home.
He was an avid breakfast cook at home and made the best pancakes for breakfast. All other meals were on my mom, Ann Futral Jensen. Growing up he'd take us camping to Alexander Springs in Florida and my brother and me slept in a little make shift trailer with a cover. It was rather hot during the summer nights as it offered little air flow. Eventually we all moved to a large tent. In the evening we'd all go down to the docks at Alexander Springs and take marshmellows to feed "Pete" the local alligator who only came out at dusk. Pete was the highlight of the trip.
Daryl was a great dad and would give his shirt off his back to help you.
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