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!Arthur's birth certificate #41289
He was married at the German Reformed Protestant Dutch Church of New Brooklyn. He is listed in the 1933/34 Brooklyn directory as a student living with his parents at 1882 Fulton.He was born at 1890 Fulton Street in the house. They then moved to 1882 Fulton, then 1884 Fulton up until 1932 when they moved to 14 Kane Place. Then 866 Herkimer to 890 Herkimer back to 866 Herkimer. After which we all moved to 1827 Atlantic Avenue and then on to Glendale.He worked many years for General instrument Corp. in Williamsburg but left them to work for the Ridgewood Savings bank as a security guard. He became head of the guards and would have to travel to the various branches to oversee the security. He retired officially in Jan. 1995.
Arthur Wilson: Social Security Death Index (SSDI) Death Record
Name: Arthur Wilson
State of Issue: New York
Date of Birth: Thursday October 13, 1927
Date of Death: Sunday September 18, 2011
Est. Age at Death: 83 years, 11 months, 5 days
Confirmation: Proven
Last known residence:
City: Ridgewood; Flushing; Fresh Pond; Glendale
County: Queens
State: New York
ZIP Code: 11385
Latitude: 40.7008
Longitude: -73.8892
I Remember My Pop
Bedford - Stuyvesant Brooklyn - Glendale Queens
Oct 13, 1927
To
Sept 17,2011
My Hero My hero isn't a sports figure or a politician. He hasn't graced the silver screen or won a Pulitzer prize. He did not have many of the attributes considered by many today to even qualify. Yet to me, there can be no better a man ever to walk this earth. Simple things can relate how someone loves you. I remember as a small child my father would arrive home in the morning and Mom would have made him eggs and potatoes and I would climb up there with him and start polishing off his potatoes. Mom would yell, "Get down and leave your father eat his breakfast in peace." To which Pop would reply, "Leave him alone, he can have anything I got". That's the way Pop was and if he were a rich man, I know I would be also because he never held back a thing. I started calling him Pop years ago. He called his father Pop and it seemed to be such a term of endearment as he referred to his father that I wanted that same relationship. I was a bit mischievous to say the least as I was coming up but Pop was always there to help me through it. I remember I had shoulder length hair and he looked at me and said, "why don't you get that hair cut?" He didn't try to force me but I could see that it meant a lot to him so without saying anything I went and got a crew cut. When he saw me he said, "I didn't tell you to shave it all off!" Yet you could see how pleased he was, seeing that I wanted to do what made him happy. I quit doing a lot of wrong things when I saw it made my father sad. That's what he meant to me. Pop wasn't a rich or a business man. He was a factory worker who no matter how bad the weather or how sick he might have been, he always left the house around 11pm to go to work. By the time we moved to Queens and I got old enough to buy a car, I used to leave my friends and rush home so that I could take Pop to work. He would always tell me I didn't need to do that and I would reply that I did. I could never repay Him for all the time he spent with us kids. We would walk for miles, go feed the pigeons, visit some friend who had pigeons on his roof. Whatever it was, Pop was there. The first time we had pizza together he poured on the crushed red pepper so I did the same. He told me it was hot but I didn't care. It burned but I pretended it was nothing. He knew but he also knew I wanted to be just like him. He is one of the few that I know that actually had a happy life with his wife and stayed together for many years. I miss you Pop. Very much. Yet I don't have to feel a total loss. I always tried to make you happy and I always let you know I loved you. I never missed an opportunity to sit and talk with you even from the Philippines. I wish I could have been there to say goodbye, as a missionary there is no money. You can however feel good that you taught me to give it all away as you did. As a result of your life I have a good relationship with my wife and children as I am acting just like you! See ya Pop.
Wilson, Arthur C. on September 18, 2011
Faithfully served his country during World War II
Loving husband of the late Joan Wilson
Beloved father of Arthur Wilson and John Wilson (and Linda Wilson Vollmerhausen deceased-my add)
Cherished Grand Father of six.
Arrangements under the direction of George Werst Funeral Home, Glendale, NY.
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