Post by Old Badger on Jun 18, 2023 0:17:59 GMT -5
As a Father and Grandfather, I want to wish all my fellow Dads a great Father's Day.insert code here
My own dad died when I was only 14 years old. He had been drafted into the Army in 1941, months before Pearl Harbor, married my mother in June of that year (in fact, today would have been their anniversary) in full dress uniform, shipped out the UK the next year, and was part of the landing at Omaha Beach in June 1944. That's where he was hit with shrapnel that cut a chunk out of his upper right arm, leaving him with a huge concave scar for life. He could not be evacuated for several days because of weather conditions, and wound up with an infection that might have settled in kidneys, and killed him 15 years later.
But though I didn't have him for long, I treasure my memories of him: helping my brother and me set up our Lionel model train at Christmas (and then playing with it himself for hours), taking us for family drives in the summer that usually ended at an ice cream stand, taking on a part-time job with the Post Office at Christmas to build up savings for a down payment on a modest house. He was a quiet guy, yet popular with his workmates and adored by his six sisters, all of them younger than him. In my bedroom I have lots of pictures of him, but I don't really need the reminders. I loved him in life and still do. I don't think I am as good a father as he was, but fortunately my two daughters don't realize that, lol.
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Any Dad stories you'd like to share?
My own dad died when I was only 14 years old. He had been drafted into the Army in 1941, months before Pearl Harbor, married my mother in June of that year (in fact, today would have been their anniversary) in full dress uniform, shipped out the UK the next year, and was part of the landing at Omaha Beach in June 1944. That's where he was hit with shrapnel that cut a chunk out of his upper right arm, leaving him with a huge concave scar for life. He could not be evacuated for several days because of weather conditions, and wound up with an infection that might have settled in kidneys, and killed him 15 years later.
But though I didn't have him for long, I treasure my memories of him: helping my brother and me set up our Lionel model train at Christmas (and then playing with it himself for hours), taking us for family drives in the summer that usually ended at an ice cream stand, taking on a part-time job with the Post Office at Christmas to build up savings for a down payment on a modest house. He was a quiet guy, yet popular with his workmates and adored by his six sisters, all of them younger than him. In my bedroom I have lots of pictures of him, but I don't really need the reminders. I loved him in life and still do. I don't think I am as good a father as he was, but fortunately my two daughters don't realize that, lol.
Any Dad stories you'd like to share?
