Thinking of Mom on Mother’s Day - 05/10/20
And since it’s been 10 years this week since Dad passed, I guess I’ll reflect on both my parents.
I was one lucky SOB to be born where I was, when I was and to whom I was!
I came along late. Mom was already 32, and Dad was pushing 39 up to 40.
Dad was a crane man in a steel mill in Johnstown. Mom was always a housewife after my birth. They’d just bought a new home on 8 acres outside of Pleasantville, at the foot of the mountain.
That meant Dad drove 37 miles one way, but it also meant he had room to start an auto salvage business. I can’t remember too many days he wasn’t working on something other than hunting season.
Mom was always a neat freak. She never had a drivers license until ‘73, and even then seldom drove. She was usually scared in a car, and it got worse after she upset a ‘72 LTD on a patch of ice.
I’d be in the garage helping Dad on Something, and she’d call out for me to run to the store. She’d make me wash up and change clothes, because “you’re not going looking like that”!
I think Mom liked to “put on airs” to impress other people. The house was always immaculate if we had company and she set out a big spread for supper. She was a great cook too.
With Dad, what you saw was the man he was. He’d go out of his way to help people, but he always said what he thought too.
We lost Mom on Thanksgiving in 2003. Her health was declining and she caught pneumonia.
Dad kept his own house, and kept working in the garage and hunting. He turned 88 in January of 2010, but he lost out to cancer in May.
There’s never a day I don’t think of either of them, and I always smile and thank God when I do.
Like I said, I was one lucky SOB!
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I was one lucky SOB to be born where I was, when I was and to whom I was!
I came along late. Mom was already 32, and Dad was pushing 39 up to 40.
Dad was a crane man in a steel mill in Johnstown. Mom was always a housewife after my birth. They’d just bought a new home on 8 acres outside of Pleasantville, at the foot of the mountain.
That meant Dad drove 37 miles one way, but it also meant he had room to start an auto salvage business. I can’t remember too many days he wasn’t working on something other than hunting season.
Mom was always a neat freak. She never had a drivers license until ‘73, and even then seldom drove. She was usually scared in a car, and it got worse after she upset a ‘72 LTD on a patch of ice.
I’d be in the garage helping Dad on Something, and she’d call out for me to run to the store. She’d make me wash up and change clothes, because “you’re not going looking like that”!
I think Mom liked to “put on airs” to impress other people. The house was always immaculate if we had company and she set out a big spread for supper. She was a great cook too.
With Dad, what you saw was the man he was. He’d go out of his way to help people, but he always said what he thought too.
We lost Mom on Thanksgiving in 2003. Her health was declining and she caught pneumonia.
Dad kept his own house, and kept working in the garage and hunting. He turned 88 in January of 2010, but he lost out to cancer in May.
There’s never a day I don’t think of either of them, and I always smile and thank God when I do.
Like I said, I was one lucky SOB!
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