Born somewhere between the Alleghenies and the Alps, I
spent most of my boyhood in and about New York City, with
several journeys in the 30s on the
zeppelins to Germany, and to Italy and France. I was
educated by the Jesuits at Fordham University. My university
career was interrupted by the Second World War and my obligation
to serve. Having joined the U.S. Navy, I started my
military career as an organist and choir director. That
soon changed with my assignment to the S.B.N.O.A.W.A., Bermuda.
In the inimitable words of W.S. Gilbert, "dont
ever go to sea", and except for trips to Argentia, Newfoundland
and various ports in the Caribbean, the Azores and the Mediterranean,
I didnt. The end of the war saw my return to academia
and my bachelors degree in history, followed by the
Master of Arts.
A holiday trip to Britain on the R.M.S. Queen Elizabeth in
1948 resulted in a five-year residency at St. Andrews University,
where I avoided academic studies by indulging in archaeology
and expeditions in my 1923 Daimler. The latter was the hit
at the first garden party given at Holyrood Palace by H.M.
the Queen. The friendships made in my student days in
Scotland range from Mr. Evelyn Waugh and Monsignor Ronald
Knox, to those of my fellow students with whom I have maintained
a connection over the past half century.
On returning to North America, I found my lifes work
at le college militaire royal de Saint-Jean. Living
in Montreal for the thirty-six years until retirement was
a very rewarding experience, but my move to Victoria,
British Columbia was a fulfilling experience.
My frequent trips to Europe and to Asia and Australia were
equaled by my bi-annual drives across Canada to Victoria.
In addition to academic work, I have been involved in military
museums and the work of the Heraldry Society of Canada.
A more detailed biography may be found in the Canadian "Whos