Happy Birthday, Dad!

Eighty-three years ago, a 17 year old girl gave birth to the man that was to become my dad. Although he only lived until the age of 71, it is hard not to do something special to commemorate his birthday.

Dad had a love for building model planes, radio-controlled planes and boats, creating things out of nothing, dancing, old movies, lobster tails, rummage sales, collecting stuff, and in his later years, computers.

Dad was born in the upstairs of Kid Moore's Tavern on 27th and Cleveland. He met mom when he was 15 years old. Mom says he charmed her in home room by these words: "Hey girl, you have a hole in your sock."

Mom and Dad married in 1956, after Dad returned from the Korean War. They had five children , of which I am the oldest.



Humbolt Park


Dad was truly amazing in how he handled his diabetes, heart disease, kidney dialysis, and a host of related problems from diabetes. He was determined to live life to the fullest. I don't recall him ever complaining or allowing his disease to reduce his zest for life.

If Dad were here today, we would all be gathering at Mom's for a party. Dad would probably tell some of the thousands of jokes he knew and could repeat from memory. We would explore the latest gadget he picked up at a rummage sale, and just enjoy our time together.

So, Dad, I hope the angels are prepared for a few hours of some funny jokes. Perhaps they have heard them before, but not the way you tell them.

August 4,1956

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Love,

Mary