Dad also built me a guitar amplifier powered by a 6 volt dry cell battery. This was probably 20 years before the invention of the Pignose amp, but it was about the same size and featured a wood cabinet. Dad was also into building flying model airplanes and later radio controlled planes and model boats. His love of radio also led him to build some of the first kits of "transceiver" radios, that would commonly be known as CB radios about 15 years after he started tinkering with them. He also was a ham radio operator, WAODDD. He enjoyed talking with folks around the globe and while it drove the rest of the family crazy, he sure loved it.

Dad grew up during the Great Depression. He worked for the Civil Conservatin Corps and helped build Oak Lake and later helped planting trees at Pioneers' Park just outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. He knew the meaning of hard work.

Dad also operated his dental practice out of our home for nearly three decades. His professional service also included institutional dentistry for the City of Lincoln, in the late 1940s, for the Nebraska State Pennitentiary in the late 1950s and for the U.S. Job Corps in the later 1960s. Dad retired in the 1970s once his kids were grown.

He passed away peacefully in the summer of 2003, and will always hold a place in my heart for the things he taught me and for the beliefs he instilled in me.

I am different since he died and I miss him every time I am curious about something that he knew about.

Charles Dale Harm (1916-2003)

My Father was a dentist, by profession, but was also a gifted craftsman, who understood many sciences and technologies. Dad could cook, bake, whittle, weld, draw and photograph.

He built a folding camping trailer sometime in the early 1950s. He submitted plans to Popular Mechanics and Mechanix Illustrated, but they told him that no one would ever want a pop-up camper. He built my brothers a go kart. He loved motorcycling and had a couple of Hondas in the early 60s, including the 150 Dream that he later taught me to ride and gave to me when I entered high school.

Dad was also an avid camper, and new how to be comfortable in the woods. He sewed his own tents, and was a pro with a Dutch Oven, making pies and biscuits while camping. He built a canoe out of ash saplings that he had cut down in or around Ashland, Nebraska. He milled all of the wood and formed them into the canoe's frame, which he later covered with canvas.

Dad taught me how to camp and how to love the woods and the outdoors and how to be a good steward of the land. He served as an assistant Scoutmaster at Troop 44 at Blessed Sacrament Parish and all three of us boys were scouts.