ON FATHER'S DAY
His name was Jack. He was a quiet, unassuming man, hard-working and devoted to his family. He was my dad.
Dad and his six siblings were born of an American father and an Irish mother into a blue-collar family. Poorly educated (he left school after the sixth grade to help support his family). He struggled to support his own family until his appointment to the city fire department gained him the financial security he had long desired.
With financial stability always in mind, Dad ambitiously added to the family finances in various ways. Because we were renters he always offered to paint or wallpaper rooms in lieu of rent. He developed some expertise in wallpapering and thus was able to find work in the family and the neighborhood.
Dad's lighter side included a love for baseball and for fishing, along with family seashore trips.
My lovable father had his gullible side. A fast-talking salesman once convinced the firemen that he was selling no-run women's silk stockings, and to prove it, he ran a table fork up a stocking to prove it; they all bought. When Dad tried to convince my dubious mother, Dad gave it the fork test...RIP!! Enough said.
So, dear readers, now you know my Dad; loving and lovable, generous and guillable, devoted and determined. I miss him very much.
Dad and his six siblings were born of an American father and an Irish mother into a blue-collar family. Poorly educated (he left school after the sixth grade to help support his family). He struggled to support his own family until his appointment to the city fire department gained him the financial security he had long desired.
With financial stability always in mind, Dad ambitiously added to the family finances in various ways. Because we were renters he always offered to paint or wallpaper rooms in lieu of rent. He developed some expertise in wallpapering and thus was able to find work in the family and the neighborhood.
Dad's lighter side included a love for baseball and for fishing, along with family seashore trips.
My lovable father had his gullible side. A fast-talking salesman once convinced the firemen that he was selling no-run women's silk stockings, and to prove it, he ran a table fork up a stocking to prove it; they all bought. When Dad tried to convince my dubious mother, Dad gave it the fork test...RIP!! Enough said.
So, dear readers, now you know my Dad; loving and lovable, generous and guillable, devoted and determined. I miss him very much.
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