Omar was born June 12, 1926 in Stavanger Norway. He attended school in New York.
Later Omar served in the Navy during the Second World War. The ship that he was on was hit by a torpedo, he was alright but he was left with a ringing in his ears.
Omar (top left) and buddies
Wedding Of Omar
Omar on right with his wife Edna
William, Omar's brother on left with Maid of Honor
Omar married Edna and later to them was born a son on May 29, 1950. Three years later they had a daughter who was born October 22, 1953. Later he worked for Columbia records and he was transferred to California and this is where they made their home. Later Omar changed his job career to Electronics.
Omar and his family had spent a lot of time together with his brother William and his family.
Omar had given his niece (Williams oldest daughter) away for her wedding, because his brother was deceased.
After his children graduated he and Edna divorced and Omar moved to San Diego, California. Here he became a Bartender. Omar still said that Edna is the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But things just could not work out.
Omar died March 1, 1988 at 4:15 p.m. of a heart attack. He died in San Diego at Mission Bay Hospital. He was buried at Calvary Cemetery in Santa Barbara.
Kitty Irene Werner
Omar was my buddy. He was 15 months older than I was anad although we fought we were so close. I think he was the only member of the family that knew the real me. We were in the same grade in school and had many mutual friends but didn't hang out together with them. Only at home. Remember being with him and one of his pals would yell "Hey OOKS" from the street and away he would go. That was the name his friends tagged him with. Was always glad to see him come home. Poor guy, he could never tell a lie. Mom caught on to him fast because every time he tried to lie, his tongue would come out the side of his mouth to his lower lip. Mom would point and say "See you are telling a lie.... Your tongue is out" He would drop his head and try as hard as he could, could never break the habit. But he and I got away with a lot of mischief and he always got the blame. I was too and timid to do the naughty things we did so he always got yelled at. And he never did squeal on me either. In the winter we would sleigh ride together and in the spring when the snow was melting and little rivers of melted snow, were running down the gutter we would build boats from sticks and paper and watch them sail. Then one of his friends would yell OOKS and away he would go. We would get up on the garage roof when the snow was heavy and slide down to the ground or lie on the ground and listen to the world spinning. Actually it was the distant sound of traffic but to us it was what we imagined it to be. We would climb trees together and set fire to the tent caterpillars that would get in the fruit trees. Would also gather the many lilacs that grew in the yard and take them to the subway stations and sell them. Then off to the movies we would go with 10 cents worth of penny candy and that was a real bagful. Omar told me this story. when he and Edna were dating he had to take the subway and make several transfers. I believe he was living with Hedy and Joe in New Jersey at the time. I know he worked for Hedy's husband at the music store. Anyway.... one stop over on the subway ride was in Harlem. It was about 3 am. and the subway station was deserted except for Omar and a big black guy. this guy stood close behind Omar and made kissing sounds in his ear. Omar became a statue till his subway car appeared. Then he jumped on and and as soon as the doors closed he started mouthing kisses at the black guy. the guy jumped at the doors and tried to open ....an impossibility....and Omar rode away throwing him kisses and laughing. What a guy!!! What a sense of humor he had. Omar joined the Navy during the war and his ship was torpedoed and he was thrown across the room head first and was injured. After that he seemed to change... became more serious and developed a strange attitude about life. After his divorce from Edna he moved to San Diego and I saw much of him... Again he picked up the habit of being so good to me, but by now I was older and really didn't approve of his life style. He was drinking heavily and never could get over his love of Edna. He had many faults as we all have, but I will always remember him with such love.
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