wife: Helen M
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Info below provided by: Robby Dilmore
Hermon Carmer Dilmore was a fine gentleman. As any man of that generation, he had a hard time expressing his feelings, so it took a while for me to get to know him and his love for me. The first time I was aware of his difficulty in expressing his feelings was when my baby, Jeremiah, died shortly after birth. He was home alone when he received the call from his son so he was the one to tell Mom Dilmore. She told me the story thus " We were getting ready for bed when I noticed his shoulders shaking. I realized that he was crying. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'Our Bobert called. They lost their baby.' He wanted to know what we could do to comfort you. He was so at a loss for something to do to make it better." They sent a gorgeous bouquet, and made many phone calls.
He was a Yankee of high work ethic, and worked very hard all the days of his life. He retired from Prudential Insurance Company and went to work for the American Baptist Convention as the Executive Director of American Baptist Men. When he retired from that, he went to work as a "Dollar-a-year Man" raising money for a Baptist Seminary in Kansas City, Kansas. When he retired from that job after a horrible auto accident which almost killed him, he and Mom built a precious Cape Cod home out in the country where they'd grown up and met, and he went into gardening in a big way. When I visited them there one time he told me that the secret of happy retirement was to always have something planned for the next day that you had to do.
He was a fine Christian whose faith meant everything to him. He was active always in his church. He was also very generous to those who needed a boost up. I know they were buying clothing for children when they lived in Glens Falls. Like Mom Dilmore he had a great sense of humor. He would get a twinkle in his eye when he pulled a pun or teased me. One time when they were visiting us in Overland Park, Kansas, he was watching a football game. As I passed through the living room, he said, "You know Marge, some popcorn would taste good right now". Of course, I fixed him some immediately. When I took it to him he looked up with that twinkle and said, "Where's the cider?" The joke was on him. I had some frozen apple juice which I thawed and he never knew the difference. Mom was indignant at his asking. I loved it!
He was a devoted husband, and also still a little jealous even after they'd been married over 50 years. Mom told me of an incident with a male friend of theirs which made her laugh. I was kidding him after his bad auto accident about all the pretty nurses he must have. He said, "Why would I notice other women when I have a lovely and devoted wife." That just made me love him more. He and Mom had a sweet romance. They met back at a church function in Cananaigua New York when she was still in high school. Shortly after that her parents moved to Denver, Colorado. Dad followed her out there, waited for her to graduate, and then married her. It was a love that lasted a lifetime and longer.
He was hard to read at times, and could seem austere, but underneath there beat a heart of gold. A story I love is one about a conversation he had with one of his son Hermon's foster chidren. He was at a Little League baseball game, and said to the little "grandson" who was black, "Your great-grandfather was a ball player." He was so connected with the child it never occured to him that his grandfather was not the child's great-grandfather. Not that is, until the little boy asked if the ball player was black.
I'm sure many people held him in high esteem for his many kindnesses, for his insuring their families, for his years of Christian service, and his devotion to his wife, children and grandchildren. I know that I did.
Submitted by Marjorie Dilmore Giebitz
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Info below provided by: Robby Dilmore
Hermon Carmer Dilmore was a fine gentleman. As any man of that generation, he had a hard time expressing his feelings, so it took a while for me to get to know him and his love for me. The first time I was aware of his difficulty in expressing his feelings was when my baby, Jeremiah, died shortly after birth. He was home alone when he received the call from his son so he was the one to tell Mom Dilmore. She told me the story thus " We were getting ready for bed when I noticed his shoulders shaking. I realized that he was crying. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'Our Bobert called. They lost their baby.' He wanted to know what we could do to comfort you. He was so at a loss for something to do to make it better." They sent a gorgeous bouquet, and made many phone calls.
He was a Yankee of high work ethic, and worked very hard all the days of his life. He retired from Prudential Insurance Company and went to work for the American Baptist Convention as the Executive Director of American Baptist Men. When he retired from that, he went to work as a "Dollar-a-year Man" raising money for a Baptist Seminary in Kansas City, Kansas. When he retired from that job after a horrible auto accident which almost killed him, he and Mom built a precious Cape Cod home out in the country where they'd grown up and met, and he went into gardening in a big way. When I visited them there one time he told me that the secret of happy retirement was to always have something planned for the next day that you had to do.
He was a fine Christian whose faith meant everything to him. He was active always in his church. He was also very generous to those who needed a boost up. I know they were buying clothing for children when they lived in Glens Falls. Like Mom Dilmore he had a great sense of humor. He would get a twinkle in his eye when he pulled a pun or teased me. One time when they were visiting us in Overland Park, Kansas, he was watching a football game. As I passed through the living room, he said, "You know Marge, some popcorn would taste good right now". Of course, I fixed him some immediately. When I took it to him he looked up with that twinkle and said, "Where's the cider?" The joke was on him. I had some frozen apple juice which I thawed and he never knew the difference. Mom was indignant at his asking. I loved it!
He was a devoted husband, and also still a little jealous even after they'd been married over 50 years. Mom told me of an incident with a male friend of theirs which made her laugh. I was kidding him after his bad auto accident about all the pretty nurses he must have. He said, "Why would I notice other women when I have a lovely and devoted wife." That just made me love him more. He and Mom had a sweet romance. They met back at a church function in Cananaigua New York when she was still in high school. Shortly after that her parents moved to Denver, Colorado. Dad followed her out there, waited for her to graduate, and then married her. It was a love that lasted a lifetime and longer.
He was hard to read at times, and could seem austere, but underneath there beat a heart of gold. A story I love is one about a conversation he had with one of his son Hermon's foster chidren. He was at a Little League baseball game, and said to the little "grandson" who was black, "Your great-grandfather was a ball player." He was so connected with the child it never occured to him that his grandfather was not the child's great-grandfather. Not that is, until the little boy asked if the ball player was black.
I'm sure many people held him in high esteem for his many kindnesses, for his insuring their families, for his years of Christian service, and his devotion to his wife, children and grandchildren. I know that I did.
Submitted by Marjorie Dilmore Giebitz
wife: Helen M
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Info below provided by: Robby Dilmore
Hermon Carmer Dilmore was a fine gentleman. As any man of that generation, he had a hard time expressing his feelings, so it took a while for me to get to know him and his love for me. The first time I was aware of his difficulty in expressing his feelings was when my baby, Jeremiah, died shortly after birth. He was home alone when he received the call from his son so he was the one to tell Mom Dilmore. She told me the story thus " We were getting ready for bed when I noticed his shoulders shaking. I realized that he was crying. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'Our Bobert called. They lost their baby.' He wanted to know what we could do to comfort you. He was so at a loss for something to do to make it better." They sent a gorgeous bouquet, and made many phone calls.
He was a Yankee of high work ethic, and worked very hard all the days of his life. He retired from Prudential Insurance Company and went to work for the American Baptist Convention as the Executive Director of American Baptist Men. When he retired from that, he went to work as a "Dollar-a-year Man" raising money for a Baptist Seminary in Kansas City, Kansas. When he retired from that job after a horrible auto accident which almost killed him, he and Mom built a precious Cape Cod home out in the country where they'd grown up and met, and he went into gardening in a big way. When I visited them there one time he told me that the secret of happy retirement was to always have something planned for the next day that you had to do.
He was a fine Christian whose faith meant everything to him. He was active always in his church. He was also very generous to those who needed a boost up. I know they were buying clothing for children when they lived in Glens Falls. Like Mom Dilmore he had a great sense of humor. He would get a twinkle in his eye when he pulled a pun or teased me. One time when they were visiting us in Overland Park, Kansas, he was watching a football game. As I passed through the living room, he said, "You know Marge, some popcorn would taste good right now". Of course, I fixed him some immediately. When I took it to him he looked up with that twinkle and said, "Where's the cider?" The joke was on him. I had some frozen apple juice which I thawed and he never knew the difference. Mom was indignant at his asking. I loved it!
He was a devoted husband, and also still a little jealous even after they'd been married over 50 years. Mom told me of an incident with a male friend of theirs which made her laugh. I was kidding him after his bad auto accident about all the pretty nurses he must have. He said, "Why would I notice other women when I have a lovely and devoted wife." That just made me love him more. He and Mom had a sweet romance. They met back at a church function in Cananaigua New York when she was still in high school. Shortly after that her parents moved to Denver, Colorado. Dad followed her out there, waited for her to graduate, and then married her. It was a love that lasted a lifetime and longer.
He was hard to read at times, and could seem austere, but underneath there beat a heart of gold. A story I love is one about a conversation he had with one of his son Hermon's foster chidren. He was at a Little League baseball game, and said to the little "grandson" who was black, "Your great-grandfather was a ball player." He was so connected with the child it never occured to him that his grandfather was not the child's great-grandfather. Not that is, until the little boy asked if the ball player was black.
I'm sure many people held him in high esteem for his many kindnesses, for his insuring their families, for his years of Christian service, and his devotion to his wife, children and grandchildren. I know that I did.
Submitted by Marjorie Dilmore Giebitz
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Info below provided by: Robby Dilmore
Hermon Carmer Dilmore was a fine gentleman. As any man of that generation, he had a hard time expressing his feelings, so it took a while for me to get to know him and his love for me. The first time I was aware of his difficulty in expressing his feelings was when my baby, Jeremiah, died shortly after birth. He was home alone when he received the call from his son so he was the one to tell Mom Dilmore. She told me the story thus " We were getting ready for bed when I noticed his shoulders shaking. I realized that he was crying. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'Our Bobert called. They lost their baby.' He wanted to know what we could do to comfort you. He was so at a loss for something to do to make it better." They sent a gorgeous bouquet, and made many phone calls.
He was a Yankee of high work ethic, and worked very hard all the days of his life. He retired from Prudential Insurance Company and went to work for the American Baptist Convention as the Executive Director of American Baptist Men. When he retired from that, he went to work as a "Dollar-a-year Man" raising money for a Baptist Seminary in Kansas City, Kansas. When he retired from that job after a horrible auto accident which almost killed him, he and Mom built a precious Cape Cod home out in the country where they'd grown up and met, and he went into gardening in a big way. When I visited them there one time he told me that the secret of happy retirement was to always have something planned for the next day that you had to do.
He was a fine Christian whose faith meant everything to him. He was active always in his church. He was also very generous to those who needed a boost up. I know they were buying clothing for children when they lived in Glens Falls. Like Mom Dilmore he had a great sense of humor. He would get a twinkle in his eye when he pulled a pun or teased me. One time when they were visiting us in Overland Park, Kansas, he was watching a football game. As I passed through the living room, he said, "You know Marge, some popcorn would taste good right now". Of course, I fixed him some immediately. When I took it to him he looked up with that twinkle and said, "Where's the cider?" The joke was on him. I had some frozen apple juice which I thawed and he never knew the difference. Mom was indignant at his asking. I loved it!
He was a devoted husband, and also still a little jealous even after they'd been married over 50 years. Mom told me of an incident with a male friend of theirs which made her laugh. I was kidding him after his bad auto accident about all the pretty nurses he must have. He said, "Why would I notice other women when I have a lovely and devoted wife." That just made me love him more. He and Mom had a sweet romance. They met back at a church function in Cananaigua New York when she was still in high school. Shortly after that her parents moved to Denver, Colorado. Dad followed her out there, waited for her to graduate, and then married her. It was a love that lasted a lifetime and longer.
He was hard to read at times, and could seem austere, but underneath there beat a heart of gold. A story I love is one about a conversation he had with one of his son Hermon's foster chidren. He was at a Little League baseball game, and said to the little "grandson" who was black, "Your great-grandfather was a ball player." He was so connected with the child it never occured to him that his grandfather was not the child's great-grandfather. Not that is, until the little boy asked if the ball player was black.
I'm sure many people held him in high esteem for his many kindnesses, for his insuring their families, for his years of Christian service, and his devotion to his wife, children and grandchildren. I know that I did.
Submitted by Marjorie Dilmore Giebitz
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