Clyde Ginder

Clyde Ginder was one of my favorite persons. He has been gone for nearly 4 years, but I miss him and think of him often. I know that a lot of other people from his hometown miss him, too.

He was born May 17, 1916 near Arenzville the son of John C. and Clara Goodpasture Ginder. I thought it might be good to remember him on what would have been his 95th birthday, so I have compiled this little page of remembrance and gratitude for God's wisdom of putting Clyde on this earth.

I hope Ken Bradbury won't mind my sharing this column of his about a character he calls Ralph Ginch. Ken wrote this column in 2003, and it could describe many men, but lots of people in my hometown think it describes Clyde Ginder to a "T."

 

Clyde was a faithful member of the Legion Post at Arenzville. With the exception of only a couple of years, he participated in the annual Memorial Day services to honor his fellow veterans. In the photo below, you see him (far left), preparing for the 2004 parade along with fellow Legion members Gilbert Harbin, Gene Farmer and Allen Stock.

 

Clyde on Memorial Day in Arenzville

Clyde served with distinction in WW II. He rarely spoke about his experience, but when I interviewed him to get his story, I asked him if he still had his military medals. One of them was unusual, a medal I had not seen before. It was the Distinguished Flying Cross, and the story of how Clyde and his fellow crewmen earned it is remarkable. In researching his story, I was able to speak by telephone with both the pilot and another crew member besides Clyde. Even after more than 50 years, they each remembered the details of that mission and expressed high regard for one another. How many quiet heroes live among us?

 

Clyde and Molly

Clyde and me in May 2006, at his 90th birthday celebration.

 

Clyde blows out his birthday candles

Clyde blows out his birthday candles.

 

 
Clyde reads Captain Underpants

This is one of my favorite photos -- Clyde is reading "Captain Underpants," a book my nephew received for Christmas but something that apparently appeals to all ages.

 

Happy Birthday, Clyde. We miss you.

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