[onemiddleamerican]

placemark

[cherry]

my father came from a dysfunctional mother, who married, divorced, went from apartment to apartment..leaving late Sunday each time because the rent was due on Monday......finally she married a nice Greek fellow who my father grew to love....didn't much know his own dad...

my father's idea of a big time was roller skating in downtown Philly...he was given nothing and he had nothing...

it didn't stop him from enrolling underage into the Navy and fought bravely in WW2...

he worked diligently on his meager job, supplementing it with selling Watson products on the side and then started a small catering business..

he never became rich but he had no debt when he died and was able to leave money to each of his 6 kids...

mostly,my father was the one who took us trick or treating, who always made sure there were presents under the tree....even as adults, he seemed to always give us things, and money....

they do not make men like my father anymore..my husband is about as close as it can get, thankfully.