Son of: Herman F. Mroch/Mrock and Rose Maeder Mrock.
Husband to: Annabelle L. Kain Mrock and Thelma M. Thompson Mrock.
Father to: Richard D., Roy Junior, and Delores D. Mrock-Tressel.
My Dad was a very strong, hard-headed, and hard-working German! He was raised by a strict German father after his mother divorced his father when he was 3 years old. His father placed him in the German Protestant Home for Orphans in Detroit for about 3 years (ages 3-6) . (I think he was placed in the orphanage because his father went out of state to help build Camp Meade, MD) Life was hard in this orphanage...he always remembered the strict house marm who would "whack" your fingers with her ruler if you misbehaved! He also remembered not having enough to eat while here. It was not easy living in an orphanage in 1917.
Dad was a wood worker his whole life...always had to have his hands on a piece of wood! He was either using that wood to build a building or to build a beautiful piece of furniture. He only went to school for about 2 years and then he was taken out of school by his father and put into the Henry Ford Trade School in Dearborn, MI where he earned 3 cents a day to learn the tool and die profession. His German woodworking father believed that learning a trade was much more important than getting a proper education. Dad did use his tool and die skills to work for the Ford Motor Company later in life, but his first love was working with wood, which was a family trait passed down. He didn't have much formal education but he didn't need it as long as he had wood to work with! He didn't have very good math or spelling skills...(usually asked me to spell words for him) but when it came to using math in building a home or a piece of furniture he had NO problems! Pretty amazing!! He owned and operated the Mrock & Son's Lumber Company in Dearborn, MI for several years, working along side his son's Richard and Roy Jr. Dad was a lifelong carpenter and furniture maker! He built several homes in Michigan, Arizona, and Virginia. He built many many pieces of furniture that can be found in homes and businesses all over the United States to this day! I hope those pieces of furniture are treasured forever by those that own them! He never used one nail in his furniture....it was all screws and plugs to cover the screws....so you could never see anything but wood!!! This is a skill that is not found much anymore! I treasure the pieces of his furniture I still have to this day....and will pass them down to my children too.
Daddy was a strong man...he lost two wives to breast cancer and was there with them both as they fought the cancer. His first wife (Annabelle) fought her cancer for 14 years and his second wife (Thelma..my Mom) fought her cancer for 4 years. He loved both wives very much and never got over losing either of them. I know for sure my mom was waiting for him when he crossed over, because he was seeing her alot the last couple of weeks before he died. He told me she was coming to get him soon....
Dad served in the US Calvary when he was about 17-20 years old. He entered thru the River Raisin post and served on Troop K. I cannot prove his military service since they did not give paperwork back then....but I sure wish I could prove it! I heard the stories of his time in the calvary and even have a couple pictures of him in uniform and on his horse....but I just can't find proof of it so he couldn't be buried with military honors. Maybe someday I'll be able to prove it! I won't give up Dad!!
I miss my Daddy very much...and will always be his little girl! I wish he were here to see my kids as they grew up to be adults...and now to see my grandchildren. I know he would be very proud! I Love You & Miss You, Daddy!!
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful He always takes the best
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew that you would never get well on earth again
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb
So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered, 'Peace be Thine'
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn't go alone
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH TO DAVE (#46499754) FOR SPONSORING MY DAD'S MEMORIAL! IT MEANS A LOT AND IS VERY APPRECIATED! GOD BLESS YOU!
Husband to: Annabelle L. Kain Mrock and Thelma M. Thompson Mrock.
Father to: Richard D., Roy Junior, and Delores D. Mrock-Tressel.
My Dad was a very strong, hard-headed, and hard-working German! He was raised by a strict German father after his mother divorced his father when he was 3 years old. His father placed him in the German Protestant Home for Orphans in Detroit for about 3 years (ages 3-6) . (I think he was placed in the orphanage because his father went out of state to help build Camp Meade, MD) Life was hard in this orphanage...he always remembered the strict house marm who would "whack" your fingers with her ruler if you misbehaved! He also remembered not having enough to eat while here. It was not easy living in an orphanage in 1917.
Dad was a wood worker his whole life...always had to have his hands on a piece of wood! He was either using that wood to build a building or to build a beautiful piece of furniture. He only went to school for about 2 years and then he was taken out of school by his father and put into the Henry Ford Trade School in Dearborn, MI where he earned 3 cents a day to learn the tool and die profession. His German woodworking father believed that learning a trade was much more important than getting a proper education. Dad did use his tool and die skills to work for the Ford Motor Company later in life, but his first love was working with wood, which was a family trait passed down. He didn't have much formal education but he didn't need it as long as he had wood to work with! He didn't have very good math or spelling skills...(usually asked me to spell words for him) but when it came to using math in building a home or a piece of furniture he had NO problems! Pretty amazing!! He owned and operated the Mrock & Son's Lumber Company in Dearborn, MI for several years, working along side his son's Richard and Roy Jr. Dad was a lifelong carpenter and furniture maker! He built several homes in Michigan, Arizona, and Virginia. He built many many pieces of furniture that can be found in homes and businesses all over the United States to this day! I hope those pieces of furniture are treasured forever by those that own them! He never used one nail in his furniture....it was all screws and plugs to cover the screws....so you could never see anything but wood!!! This is a skill that is not found much anymore! I treasure the pieces of his furniture I still have to this day....and will pass them down to my children too.
Daddy was a strong man...he lost two wives to breast cancer and was there with them both as they fought the cancer. His first wife (Annabelle) fought her cancer for 14 years and his second wife (Thelma..my Mom) fought her cancer for 4 years. He loved both wives very much and never got over losing either of them. I know for sure my mom was waiting for him when he crossed over, because he was seeing her alot the last couple of weeks before he died. He told me she was coming to get him soon....
Dad served in the US Calvary when he was about 17-20 years old. He entered thru the River Raisin post and served on Troop K. I cannot prove his military service since they did not give paperwork back then....but I sure wish I could prove it! I heard the stories of his time in the calvary and even have a couple pictures of him in uniform and on his horse....but I just can't find proof of it so he couldn't be buried with military honors. Maybe someday I'll be able to prove it! I won't give up Dad!!
I miss my Daddy very much...and will always be his little girl! I wish he were here to see my kids as they grew up to be adults...and now to see my grandchildren. I know he would be very proud! I Love You & Miss You, Daddy!!
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful He always takes the best
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew that you would never get well on earth again
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb
So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered, 'Peace be Thine'
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn't go alone
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH TO DAVE (#46499754) FOR SPONSORING MY DAD'S MEMORIAL! IT MEANS A LOT AND IS VERY APPRECIATED! GOD BLESS YOU!
Son of: Herman F. Mroch/Mrock and Rose Maeder Mrock.
Husband to: Annabelle L. Kain Mrock and Thelma M. Thompson Mrock.
Father to: Richard D., Roy Junior, and Delores D. Mrock-Tressel.
My Dad was a very strong, hard-headed, and hard-working German! He was raised by a strict German father after his mother divorced his father when he was 3 years old. His father placed him in the German Protestant Home for Orphans in Detroit for about 3 years (ages 3-6) . (I think he was placed in the orphanage because his father went out of state to help build Camp Meade, MD) Life was hard in this orphanage...he always remembered the strict house marm who would "whack" your fingers with her ruler if you misbehaved! He also remembered not having enough to eat while here. It was not easy living in an orphanage in 1917.
Dad was a wood worker his whole life...always had to have his hands on a piece of wood! He was either using that wood to build a building or to build a beautiful piece of furniture. He only went to school for about 2 years and then he was taken out of school by his father and put into the Henry Ford Trade School in Dearborn, MI where he earned 3 cents a day to learn the tool and die profession. His German woodworking father believed that learning a trade was much more important than getting a proper education. Dad did use his tool and die skills to work for the Ford Motor Company later in life, but his first love was working with wood, which was a family trait passed down. He didn't have much formal education but he didn't need it as long as he had wood to work with! He didn't have very good math or spelling skills...(usually asked me to spell words for him) but when it came to using math in building a home or a piece of furniture he had NO problems! Pretty amazing!! He owned and operated the Mrock & Son's Lumber Company in Dearborn, MI for several years, working along side his son's Richard and Roy Jr. Dad was a lifelong carpenter and furniture maker! He built several homes in Michigan, Arizona, and Virginia. He built many many pieces of furniture that can be found in homes and businesses all over the United States to this day! I hope those pieces of furniture are treasured forever by those that own them! He never used one nail in his furniture....it was all screws and plugs to cover the screws....so you could never see anything but wood!!! This is a skill that is not found much anymore! I treasure the pieces of his furniture I still have to this day....and will pass them down to my children too.
Daddy was a strong man...he lost two wives to breast cancer and was there with them both as they fought the cancer. His first wife (Annabelle) fought her cancer for 14 years and his second wife (Thelma..my Mom) fought her cancer for 4 years. He loved both wives very much and never got over losing either of them. I know for sure my mom was waiting for him when he crossed over, because he was seeing her alot the last couple of weeks before he died. He told me she was coming to get him soon....
Dad served in the US Calvary when he was about 17-20 years old. He entered thru the River Raisin post and served on Troop K. I cannot prove his military service since they did not give paperwork back then....but I sure wish I could prove it! I heard the stories of his time in the calvary and even have a couple pictures of him in uniform and on his horse....but I just can't find proof of it so he couldn't be buried with military honors. Maybe someday I'll be able to prove it! I won't give up Dad!!
I miss my Daddy very much...and will always be his little girl! I wish he were here to see my kids as they grew up to be adults...and now to see my grandchildren. I know he would be very proud! I Love You & Miss You, Daddy!!
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful He always takes the best
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew that you would never get well on earth again
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb
So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered, 'Peace be Thine'
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn't go alone
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH TO DAVE (#46499754) FOR SPONSORING MY DAD'S MEMORIAL! IT MEANS A LOT AND IS VERY APPRECIATED! GOD BLESS YOU!
Husband to: Annabelle L. Kain Mrock and Thelma M. Thompson Mrock.
Father to: Richard D., Roy Junior, and Delores D. Mrock-Tressel.
My Dad was a very strong, hard-headed, and hard-working German! He was raised by a strict German father after his mother divorced his father when he was 3 years old. His father placed him in the German Protestant Home for Orphans in Detroit for about 3 years (ages 3-6) . (I think he was placed in the orphanage because his father went out of state to help build Camp Meade, MD) Life was hard in this orphanage...he always remembered the strict house marm who would "whack" your fingers with her ruler if you misbehaved! He also remembered not having enough to eat while here. It was not easy living in an orphanage in 1917.
Dad was a wood worker his whole life...always had to have his hands on a piece of wood! He was either using that wood to build a building or to build a beautiful piece of furniture. He only went to school for about 2 years and then he was taken out of school by his father and put into the Henry Ford Trade School in Dearborn, MI where he earned 3 cents a day to learn the tool and die profession. His German woodworking father believed that learning a trade was much more important than getting a proper education. Dad did use his tool and die skills to work for the Ford Motor Company later in life, but his first love was working with wood, which was a family trait passed down. He didn't have much formal education but he didn't need it as long as he had wood to work with! He didn't have very good math or spelling skills...(usually asked me to spell words for him) but when it came to using math in building a home or a piece of furniture he had NO problems! Pretty amazing!! He owned and operated the Mrock & Son's Lumber Company in Dearborn, MI for several years, working along side his son's Richard and Roy Jr. Dad was a lifelong carpenter and furniture maker! He built several homes in Michigan, Arizona, and Virginia. He built many many pieces of furniture that can be found in homes and businesses all over the United States to this day! I hope those pieces of furniture are treasured forever by those that own them! He never used one nail in his furniture....it was all screws and plugs to cover the screws....so you could never see anything but wood!!! This is a skill that is not found much anymore! I treasure the pieces of his furniture I still have to this day....and will pass them down to my children too.
Daddy was a strong man...he lost two wives to breast cancer and was there with them both as they fought the cancer. His first wife (Annabelle) fought her cancer for 14 years and his second wife (Thelma..my Mom) fought her cancer for 4 years. He loved both wives very much and never got over losing either of them. I know for sure my mom was waiting for him when he crossed over, because he was seeing her alot the last couple of weeks before he died. He told me she was coming to get him soon....
Dad served in the US Calvary when he was about 17-20 years old. He entered thru the River Raisin post and served on Troop K. I cannot prove his military service since they did not give paperwork back then....but I sure wish I could prove it! I heard the stories of his time in the calvary and even have a couple pictures of him in uniform and on his horse....but I just can't find proof of it so he couldn't be buried with military honors. Maybe someday I'll be able to prove it! I won't give up Dad!!
I miss my Daddy very much...and will always be his little girl! I wish he were here to see my kids as they grew up to be adults...and now to see my grandchildren. I know he would be very proud! I Love You & Miss You, Daddy!!
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful He always takes the best
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew that you would never get well on earth again
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb
So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered, 'Peace be Thine'
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn't go alone
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH TO DAVE (#46499754) FOR SPONSORING MY DAD'S MEMORIAL! IT MEANS A LOT AND IS VERY APPRECIATED! GOD BLESS YOU!
