Each of us believes our father is/was the best and we should. Mine was an immigrant from Italy. He arrived with his pregnant wife in 1920 and they had my oldest brother, Frank, the next January. Can you imagine what courage it took to make that decision to leave his homeland for a strange place, with a pregnant wife, little or no money and a dream for a future.
I could rattle off all the typical nice things people say about their father but it wouldn't be enough. He was kind, gentle and loving but he was also very intelligent and tough. He worked hard, brought us through a depression, walked miles looking for work because he had no trolley or bus fare but I never saw him "down". He had a successful life
A story I like to tell about "Pop" happened shortly after I became a chiropractor. Our Association was having a public educational program at a local hotel and Pop wanted to attend. He went to the hotel and saw a group of men heading to a large room so he followed. To his amazement, when things had settled down, they all burst into song and he thought, "These chiropractors are good!" Somehow he learned he was in the wrong place but he didn't care. He stayed anyhow.
Having grown up in Italy where even children enjoyed opera like we did movies, he was a great opera and classical music fanatic. I wish I had kept some of his old records of operas that he loved so much.
My father was everything a father should be.
I could rattle off all the typical nice things people say about their father but it wouldn't be enough. He was kind, gentle and loving but he was also very intelligent and tough. He worked hard, brought us through a depression, walked miles looking for work because he had no trolley or bus fare but I never saw him "down". He had a successful life
A story I like to tell about "Pop" happened shortly after I became a chiropractor. Our Association was having a public educational program at a local hotel and Pop wanted to attend. He went to the hotel and saw a group of men heading to a large room so he followed. To his amazement, when things had settled down, they all burst into song and he thought, "These chiropractors are good!" Somehow he learned he was in the wrong place but he didn't care. He stayed anyhow.
Having grown up in Italy where even children enjoyed opera like we did movies, he was a great opera and classical music fanatic. I wish I had kept some of his old records of operas that he loved so much.
My father was everything a father should be.
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