The Best Dad Ever
My father was the kind of Dad that coached my brother’s little league baseball. Their teams were in first place nearly every year. He would work all day and on Wednesday afternoon we would all pile into the car and we would spend the next two hours at the baseball field while Dad and his team of little rowdy boys practiced. He never raised his voice but he kept the boys on task. Again on Saturday we would do that all over again. As if that wasn’t above and beyond the call of a little league baseball coach, we would get to the baseball field early on Sunday so if anyone needed some help he was ready to give assistance. You might get the idea that he was a overzealous coach, he wasn't. I can tell you those kids adored him. He was a great coach. After baseball was over for the year, Dad also became my brothers Cub Scout Leader. He stayed active in the Boy Scouts until the last son entered into the Eagle Scouts. He never missed a Weekend Scout Camp. I would like to point out again that he did all this while working a full day at his job. I would like to offer that as the only girl in the family he didn’t leave me out. I was at every practice and I ended up being very good as the Score Keeper on the big Roster Board at the end of the field. I was never ignored and I loved going with them to the baseball field.
Dad was a story teller. He could come up with a story at the drop of a hat. I inherited that from him. It drives my kids nuts. He often held audience after work, before supper. He had a lot of great memories. The one subject that tickles me to this day is from his recollection of when he was in the Air Force. He was a mechanic in the motor pool. He claimed he made Sergeant and was busted down to Private at least three times, I can’t remember why he was demoted. He had a wonderful story about the day he entered into the service. It was about how they were lined up and had to answer their name and they were pointed to this line or that line. He looked up and realized that they had sent him to the women’s area. His name is KAY. I’m sure that didn’t last long but he enjoyed telling that story. These military memories were shared often. When he died we were planning his funeral and the funeral director read out his service record, we were shocked. He never lied to us... but he packed a whole lot of stories into the SIX MONTHS he was in the Air Force. We thought he had served years. He ended up being discharged because they found out he was deaf in his left ear.
He took us to see Howard Hughes' ‘Spruce Goose.’ That was amazing. We got to see the Blue Angels and their fantastic acrobatics. He was always up for something or another to do with us on the weekends.
While we were in California, he wanted a yard we could play in. The soil is alkaline, nothing grows in the dirt. So he had the idea to pour cement in the backyard. He worked all day. It was so pretty when he was done. We woke up the next morning and it was destroyed. An earthquake had split it into a zillion pieces. California had it out for my poor Dad.
Dad was a machinist in Pittsburgh, PA. When we moved to California he worked as a Longshoreman in I believe, San Pedro. He studied and studied to become a Postal Carrier. He had to learn every house on his route and he had to walk his route. After we moved back to Pennsylvania he worked at the Keystone Canonsburg Pottery until it closed and then Mayview State Mental Hospital. That job didn’t last very long. He had a patient attack him and he left shortly afterwards. Soon after that is when Mom died and he fell apart.
Dad lived and breathed for Mom. After she died he just lived each day because he had to. He died in 1992 it had been twenty-one years since she died and he just waited until he died. He was devastated and all the joy he had in him was gone. He just left one day and we didn’t know where he was until the day before he died. His doctor called to tell us he was dying. He was back in California. We buried him next to Mom. May they both rest in peace together.
My father was the kind of Dad that coached my brother’s little league baseball. Their teams were in first place nearly every year. He would work all day and on Wednesday afternoon we would all pile into the car and we would spend the next two hours at the baseball field while Dad and his team of little rowdy boys practiced. He never raised his voice but he kept the boys on task. Again on Saturday we would do that all over again. As if that wasn’t above and beyond the call of a little league baseball coach, we would get to the baseball field early on Sunday so if anyone needed some help he was ready to give assistance. You might get the idea that he was a overzealous coach, he wasn't. I can tell you those kids adored him. He was a great coach. After baseball was over for the year, Dad also became my brothers Cub Scout Leader. He stayed active in the Boy Scouts until the last son entered into the Eagle Scouts. He never missed a Weekend Scout Camp. I would like to point out again that he did all this while working a full day at his job. I would like to offer that as the only girl in the family he didn’t leave me out. I was at every practice and I ended up being very good as the Score Keeper on the big Roster Board at the end of the field. I was never ignored and I loved going with them to the baseball field.
Dad was a story teller. He could come up with a story at the drop of a hat. I inherited that from him. It drives my kids nuts. He often held audience after work, before supper. He had a lot of great memories. The one subject that tickles me to this day is from his recollection of when he was in the Air Force. He was a mechanic in the motor pool. He claimed he made Sergeant and was busted down to Private at least three times, I can’t remember why he was demoted. He had a wonderful story about the day he entered into the service. It was about how they were lined up and had to answer their name and they were pointed to this line or that line. He looked up and realized that they had sent him to the women’s area. His name is KAY. I’m sure that didn’t last long but he enjoyed telling that story. These military memories were shared often. When he died we were planning his funeral and the funeral director read out his service record, we were shocked. He never lied to us... but he packed a whole lot of stories into the SIX MONTHS he was in the Air Force. We thought he had served years. He ended up being discharged because they found out he was deaf in his left ear.
He took us to see Howard Hughes' ‘Spruce Goose.’ That was amazing. We got to see the Blue Angels and their fantastic acrobatics. He was always up for something or another to do with us on the weekends.
While we were in California, he wanted a yard we could play in. The soil is alkaline, nothing grows in the dirt. So he had the idea to pour cement in the backyard. He worked all day. It was so pretty when he was done. We woke up the next morning and it was destroyed. An earthquake had split it into a zillion pieces. California had it out for my poor Dad.
Dad was a machinist in Pittsburgh, PA. When we moved to California he worked as a Longshoreman in I believe, San Pedro. He studied and studied to become a Postal Carrier. He had to learn every house on his route and he had to walk his route. After we moved back to Pennsylvania he worked at the Keystone Canonsburg Pottery until it closed and then Mayview State Mental Hospital. That job didn’t last very long. He had a patient attack him and he left shortly afterwards. Soon after that is when Mom died and he fell apart.
Dad lived and breathed for Mom. After she died he just lived each day because he had to. He died in 1992 it had been twenty-one years since she died and he just waited until he died. He was devastated and all the joy he had in him was gone. He just left one day and we didn’t know where he was until the day before he died. His doctor called to tell us he was dying. He was back in California. We buried him next to Mom. May they both rest in peace together.
The Best Dad Ever
My father was the kind of Dad that coached my brother’s little league baseball. Their teams were in first place nearly every year. He would work all day and on Wednesday afternoon we would all pile into the car and we would spend the next two hours at the baseball field while Dad and his team of little rowdy boys practiced. He never raised his voice but he kept the boys on task. Again on Saturday we would do that all over again. As if that wasn’t above and beyond the call of a little league baseball coach, we would get to the baseball field early on Sunday so if anyone needed some help he was ready to give assistance. You might get the idea that he was a overzealous coach, he wasn't. I can tell you those kids adored him. He was a great coach. After baseball was over for the year, Dad also became my brothers Cub Scout Leader. He stayed active in the Boy Scouts until the last son entered into the Eagle Scouts. He never missed a Weekend Scout Camp. I would like to point out again that he did all this while working a full day at his job. I would like to offer that as the only girl in the family he didn’t leave me out. I was at every practice and I ended up being very good as the Score Keeper on the big Roster Board at the end of the field. I was never ignored and I loved going with them to the baseball field.
Dad was a story teller. He could come up with a story at the drop of a hat. I inherited that from him. It drives my kids nuts. He often held audience after work, before supper. He had a lot of great memories. The one subject that tickles me to this day is from his recollection of when he was in the Air Force. He was a mechanic in the motor pool. He claimed he made Sergeant and was busted down to Private at least three times, I can’t remember why he was demoted. He had a wonderful story about the day he entered into the service. It was about how they were lined up and had to answer their name and they were pointed to this line or that line. He looked up and realized that they had sent him to the women’s area. His name is KAY. I’m sure that didn’t last long but he enjoyed telling that story. These military memories were shared often. When he died we were planning his funeral and the funeral director read out his service record, we were shocked. He never lied to us... but he packed a whole lot of stories into the SIX MONTHS he was in the Air Force. We thought he had served years. He ended up being discharged because they found out he was deaf in his left ear.
He took us to see Howard Hughes' ‘Spruce Goose.’ That was amazing. We got to see the Blue Angels and their fantastic acrobatics. He was always up for something or another to do with us on the weekends.
While we were in California, he wanted a yard we could play in. The soil is alkaline, nothing grows in the dirt. So he had the idea to pour cement in the backyard. He worked all day. It was so pretty when he was done. We woke up the next morning and it was destroyed. An earthquake had split it into a zillion pieces. California had it out for my poor Dad.
Dad was a machinist in Pittsburgh, PA. When we moved to California he worked as a Longshoreman in I believe, San Pedro. He studied and studied to become a Postal Carrier. He had to learn every house on his route and he had to walk his route. After we moved back to Pennsylvania he worked at the Keystone Canonsburg Pottery until it closed and then Mayview State Mental Hospital. That job didn’t last very long. He had a patient attack him and he left shortly afterwards. Soon after that is when Mom died and he fell apart.
Dad lived and breathed for Mom. After she died he just lived each day because he had to. He died in 1992 it had been twenty-one years since she died and he just waited until he died. He was devastated and all the joy he had in him was gone. He just left one day and we didn’t know where he was until the day before he died. His doctor called to tell us he was dying. He was back in California. We buried him next to Mom. May they both rest in peace together.
My father was the kind of Dad that coached my brother’s little league baseball. Their teams were in first place nearly every year. He would work all day and on Wednesday afternoon we would all pile into the car and we would spend the next two hours at the baseball field while Dad and his team of little rowdy boys practiced. He never raised his voice but he kept the boys on task. Again on Saturday we would do that all over again. As if that wasn’t above and beyond the call of a little league baseball coach, we would get to the baseball field early on Sunday so if anyone needed some help he was ready to give assistance. You might get the idea that he was a overzealous coach, he wasn't. I can tell you those kids adored him. He was a great coach. After baseball was over for the year, Dad also became my brothers Cub Scout Leader. He stayed active in the Boy Scouts until the last son entered into the Eagle Scouts. He never missed a Weekend Scout Camp. I would like to point out again that he did all this while working a full day at his job. I would like to offer that as the only girl in the family he didn’t leave me out. I was at every practice and I ended up being very good as the Score Keeper on the big Roster Board at the end of the field. I was never ignored and I loved going with them to the baseball field.
Dad was a story teller. He could come up with a story at the drop of a hat. I inherited that from him. It drives my kids nuts. He often held audience after work, before supper. He had a lot of great memories. The one subject that tickles me to this day is from his recollection of when he was in the Air Force. He was a mechanic in the motor pool. He claimed he made Sergeant and was busted down to Private at least three times, I can’t remember why he was demoted. He had a wonderful story about the day he entered into the service. It was about how they were lined up and had to answer their name and they were pointed to this line or that line. He looked up and realized that they had sent him to the women’s area. His name is KAY. I’m sure that didn’t last long but he enjoyed telling that story. These military memories were shared often. When he died we were planning his funeral and the funeral director read out his service record, we were shocked. He never lied to us... but he packed a whole lot of stories into the SIX MONTHS he was in the Air Force. We thought he had served years. He ended up being discharged because they found out he was deaf in his left ear.
He took us to see Howard Hughes' ‘Spruce Goose.’ That was amazing. We got to see the Blue Angels and their fantastic acrobatics. He was always up for something or another to do with us on the weekends.
While we were in California, he wanted a yard we could play in. The soil is alkaline, nothing grows in the dirt. So he had the idea to pour cement in the backyard. He worked all day. It was so pretty when he was done. We woke up the next morning and it was destroyed. An earthquake had split it into a zillion pieces. California had it out for my poor Dad.
Dad was a machinist in Pittsburgh, PA. When we moved to California he worked as a Longshoreman in I believe, San Pedro. He studied and studied to become a Postal Carrier. He had to learn every house on his route and he had to walk his route. After we moved back to Pennsylvania he worked at the Keystone Canonsburg Pottery until it closed and then Mayview State Mental Hospital. That job didn’t last very long. He had a patient attack him and he left shortly afterwards. Soon after that is when Mom died and he fell apart.
Dad lived and breathed for Mom. After she died he just lived each day because he had to. He died in 1992 it had been twenty-one years since she died and he just waited until he died. He was devastated and all the joy he had in him was gone. He just left one day and we didn’t know where he was until the day before he died. His doctor called to tell us he was dying. He was back in California. We buried him next to Mom. May they both rest in peace together.
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