I was born August 6, 1940 in the Bronx, New York to Wilma and Arden Graves. I was the first child of Wilma and Arden and was quickly followed by 3 younger sisters. As a young teenager I attended Morris High School and was top of my class. I graduated from Fordam University in 1963 with a degree in history. Shortly after graduation, I met and married the love of my life, Jeanie Green. The two young lovebirds moved to Durham, North Carolina where I taught history at Hillside High School until retirement.
Jeanie and I are the loving parents to two boys, Reid and Gregory, and grandchildren to 4 boys and 3 girls. After my retirement in 2000 Jeanie and I moved to Scottsdale, Arizona to be closer to our wonderful sons and amazing grandchildren.
My days are filled with family, walking through the neighborhood (on cool days) with Jeanie and playing cards with Tim and Lee.
Jeanie and I
A young Elmer
Where I spent many years crafting and shaping young minds.
Two great kids, Reid and Gregory
Jeanie worked as a waitress at Dominick's in the Bronx since she moved to New York at the age of 16. I saw her in the window while walking home from class one day and went inside to order a spaghetti. I continued this every Monday, Wednesday and Friday after my night class. What is so funny about story? I hated spaghetti, but could not get enough of the lovely Jeanie. Eventually I got up the courage to ask her for a milkshake after work and the rest is history.
Elmer was always the most protective brother in school. Since the day I was born I don't think there was ever a time where Elmer even raised his voice at me. He is the kindest, most loving son, brother, father, grandfather and uncle. There was not a person's face who doesn't light up when Elmer walks into the room.
I remember one specific story where a boy down the street kept picking on me, I had to have been about 6 or 7. Instead of doing nothing, beating the boy up or joining in like most older brothers may do, Elmer wrote the boy a 6 page letter explaning why he should stop, dropped it off at the boys house with his last piece of candy cane. The neighbor never picked on me again.