My Family!

My Pappy!

This is my Dapper Daddy, Jerry Dalton - 50 something and all dressed to kill. This is not something you see every day, so enjoy while you can! He's an over the road truck driver by trade (or if you ask him, a gear jammin', coffee slurpin', pedal stopin', double clutchin', trailer truckin' driver!). He drives for Messer Industries He is also the main financial force behind my being able to come to LHU, so in a way, I owe this homepage itself to him. A few years ago on a trip to visit me at school, I demonstrated my new found computer knowledge... He later described the experience as me having made the compter "Dance". What did I do you ask? Logged into my AIX shell, typed mail, sent some mail to myself. Played around with GOPHER (!!), and used Lview to look at some B/W photos (In 16 shades of gray) of the civil war. If that's dancing, what this? The Macarena I suppose. Coincidentally, my Dad has attempted the Big Mac with a measure of Success! When not working his butt off, hes busting his butt for Operation Scarlet or the Berks Aids Network. Whata Guy!

This is my Mother, Kathy Dalton! Yes, the one and only mentioned in my John Denver homepage. Unlike my dancin' dadoo,Mom.com has been on the Inet for a few years (With email!) She signs her email Mom.com on occasion... now that I've cleared up THAT confusion... She currently lives in Pacifica California (just south of SF), and is an educator by trade. When this was last updated she was teaching in the bay area; widening the eyes and expanding the minds of her students. Living on the left coast as she does, I don't get to see her all that often, but when I do make the trip, we always travel to some exotic foreign land (Like UTAH). Actually the trips include: Lake Tahoe (See Right), Yosemite, the Grand Canyon, San Jose, and other California like places. She also comes home to Reading to visit me and my Brother (see below) and her Mom. A few years ago when she was home, she got kicked by a BIG HORSE, so you might want to email her and, just HORSING around, offer to buy her some spare RIBS! Sorry, I could not resist.

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Oh Brothers!

Meet Corey Dalton, on the left, my YOUNGER brother. You wouldn't know it from the height, would you? He's 21 and, like me, a grad of Reading High School. Almost as rare as my Dad in a suit is Corey in one. (I'm not much better.) We were all dressed like this for my Step Bro's Wedding. Chances are he's currently between jobs, but used to work a the local Humane Society. He made it into the papers the other year when he trudged through the blizzard of '94 to keep the animals fed and watered. And I'm supposed to be the family 'hero'? In case you are wondering, we weren't actually going for the Blues Brothers thing in the photo. What were we going for? Take a look at the "Pizza Italia" sign in the backdrop and make an educated guess. We are all one big happy FAMILY! What, you sayin' my bro don't look italian? Actually, German/Irish. Oh well. If you see him, tell him to "Take it to the hole, Goat!" He'll understand.