I was born a year after you, and I, too, have always felt blessed in to have avoided all the wars. On the other hand, we were not quite old enough to enjoy the Summer of Love, and that's a shame.
I knew uncle Claire and aunt Toni. Although our meetings were only at Trinch family gatherings. I thoroughly enjoyed their company and conversations and always looked forward to the next event to see them.
I enjoyed your post very much as I have been writing about my experience of the days leading up to my becoming a widow. I like to think my writing style is much like yours. I will imitate your use of Bold and Italic to indicate different memories. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing a piece of your dad with us. It’s a reminder that love and connection shine through even in difficult times. Reading this really stirred something in me, mainly because my father died when I was very young, and then I went on to grow up in children’s homes, and never had that kind of consistent father figure to call or rush to when things went wrong. How you describe your dad, his work ethic, his sense of humour, and the little inside jokes gave me a glimpse of what having a father by your side might feel like. Even the intergenerational tension in those dinner-table debates you mentioned feels comforting; it’s a shared history you could argue about but still come together as a family. I never had the chance to argue with a parent over dinner or watch them pour over a joke book, but through your words, I can imagine how wonderful and heartbreaking that bond can be. I’m looking forward to reading Part Two and seeing how your father’s spirit continues to shape you.
My Dad was born in 1903 and missed all the wars. My husband was saved from the draft to Vietnam due to severe allergies. The following year when I was a junior in high school the draft ended in 1971. What a relief I remember, because so many soldiers were being brought back in body bags. Thank you for writing this! Excellent! ✨💖🤗
Thank you for sharing this… a universal experience in so many ways.
You hadn’t finished raising him 👏🏽 👏🏽
I was born a year after you, and I, too, have always felt blessed in to have avoided all the wars. On the other hand, we were not quite old enough to enjoy the Summer of Love, and that's a shame.
We still had the seventies, dude. Pre-AIDS. All we feared was herpes.
Hi Steve….Looking forward to the rest of this story! 💖
I'm all in with this story. Looking forward to its continuation.
I knew uncle Claire and aunt Toni. Although our meetings were only at Trinch family gatherings. I thoroughly enjoyed their company and conversations and always looked forward to the next event to see them.
I enjoyed your post very much as I have been writing about my experience of the days leading up to my becoming a widow. I like to think my writing style is much like yours. I will imitate your use of Bold and Italic to indicate different memories. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing a piece of your dad with us. It’s a reminder that love and connection shine through even in difficult times. Reading this really stirred something in me, mainly because my father died when I was very young, and then I went on to grow up in children’s homes, and never had that kind of consistent father figure to call or rush to when things went wrong. How you describe your dad, his work ethic, his sense of humour, and the little inside jokes gave me a glimpse of what having a father by your side might feel like. Even the intergenerational tension in those dinner-table debates you mentioned feels comforting; it’s a shared history you could argue about but still come together as a family. I never had the chance to argue with a parent over dinner or watch them pour over a joke book, but through your words, I can imagine how wonderful and heartbreaking that bond can be. I’m looking forward to reading Part Two and seeing how your father’s spirit continues to shape you.
Matt, thank you for saying this and sharing that with me.
Debates between family members often spark tension but deepen mutual understanding.
My Dad was born in 1903 and missed all the wars. My husband was saved from the draft to Vietnam due to severe allergies. The following year when I was a junior in high school the draft ended in 1971. What a relief I remember, because so many soldiers were being brought back in body bags. Thank you for writing this! Excellent! ✨💖🤗
Thank you, Charlotte!