Contributed by his son George D. Herrington
 
 Among other things, dad was a, carpenter, proud union member, Mason, Civil Defense Air Raid Warden during WWII, and a  Reserve Flint Police Officer.
 He was called Andy, by his friends and family.
 He enjoyed deer hunting and fishing his entire life.
 Dad was born in Bass River, Michigan, near Allendale. His parents were Harmon J. Herrington and Elizabeth "Bessie" Garner. He spent his childhood on a farm near Allendale Michigan.  As a young adult he worked at the "State Farm" near Munising, Michigan and met his future wife Vivian.
 Dad's first cousin, Bessie Ash, was a close family member.  She was the first postmaster in Ashton, Michigan.
 Dad told the story of his older brother named George who died young from eating green apples. I am his namesake.  In fact, George died just one month before dad was born in August 1894.  That had to be pretty bad for a mother 8 months pregnant with the next one.
 Dad used to tell the little ones stories about the "hoop" snakes that would chase him around the fields when he was a boy. They would put their tail in their mouth and roll along like a hoop, chasing him until he reversed direction and chased them for a while.
 Another story was about the time the circus had elephants taking a bath in the Grand River in one of the small towns near Grand Rapids.  A crowd gathered and one of the elephants sprayed the entire crowd with water.
 He also talked about three farm families that lived near him as a boy. They were the Udrinks, Idrinks and Aldrinks. This was a great story.  After his death I wandered around the cemetery and found a section containing head stones for the Udrinks, Idrinks and Aldrinks.  Clearly, all of his stories weren't tall tales to amuse little children.  One particular story he liked to tell had to do with Halloween.  It seems that the local farm boys liked to sneak around to different farms tipping over out-houses.  One year, before dark, dad and his younger brother moved their out-house back about eight feet .  When the local boys came to tip their out-house, several fell in the open hole.  I never saw dad laugh so hard as when he would tell this story.
 Dad sold pots and pans during the depression. He took a correspondence course and became a carpenter / cabinet maker.  He worked as a carpenter mostly in the Flint area, building numerous houses as a self employed contractor. He also had a business relationship with the Gerholz home builder company. He worked with and for the Gerholz founder.
 Dad was in the Flint Police Reserves and very proud of his association with them. The police reserves were formed after WWII from the Civil Defense Air Raid Wardens of which he was a part.
 Dad had a very firm set of rules for personal conduct of oneself at home and in business. He was born in 1894, into a farm environment that required hard work with little pay. He raised his children with this mindset. He taught the two oldest living boys carpentry skills they each used their entire life.
 Dad suffered a number of ailments later in life, causing him to be sick and bedridden for several years. He passed away in February 1958.  Dad is buried in the Herrington family plot in Allendale, Michigan.