Egil Eugene TWEDT - My Dad

Military - 1946 -1954 Age: 17 Minneapolis, Hennepin, Minnesota Sea Bees
What I'm going to write is the good and bad about him, but it's the truth from my stand point.

When I was little (under 3rd grade) I can remember good things about him. My memory of him is limited due to my brain damage. But here goes. I remember when we lived in La Mirada, CA, moved there when I was 6 months old from Minneapolis, MN. We lived in a pink house on Foster Rd. He seemed to be gone alot, but who knows. I remember him taking us to Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm a few times. The summer after Kindergarten we move back to Minneapolis, MN. He would take my sister and I fishing at Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis. We used corn for bait. Dad would bait the hook, and I would hold my cane pole until I caught a fish. He would help me bring it in. We live in an apartment on West Broadway in north Minneapolis, MN and he would take our fish and clean them in the parking lot in the back. On the weekends when he could sleep in I remember crawling in bed with him (1st and 2nd grade) and snuggling up to him. I can still feel his breath on me when he'd exhale.
In the summer after 2nd grade we moved back to La Mirada, CA. Driving to CA in our car pulling a trailer I have a brief memory of being in Yellowstone National Park and my Dad having to back-up at the edge of a geyser with the help of a driver in another car. Then we broke down in the middle of no where, he got a ride from a trucker going by, and we had to stay in the car over night until he could come back with a tow truck.
Going through Las Vegas at 9am it was already 105 degrees in the shade. Both my sister and I passed out, went to an ER there until we came to. Turns out there was a hole in our muffler and since we were in the back seat (remember this was the early 60's) we were getting carbon monoxide. The police questioned Dad asking him if he was trying to kill us.
Got to CA, lived in the Tropicana Apartments in La Mirada.
A couple of things I remember from there. It was a Sunday morning, we heard a boy's voice call out for help. We were on the first floor, a short distance from the pool. Dad looked out and saw one of the neighbor boys (under 5) in the deep end of the pool. Dad still in his PJ's ran out and drove into the pool and saved him. The boy dropped his doughnut and went in after it.