I would like to talk about what I remember most about my dad. He died in September 1999 from complications from lung cancer, but I still believe it was part loneliness from missing my mom, who died in 1993. He was devastated.
Anyway, in continuing my posts about people from my past who were “characters” in their own way, each having real unique qualities about them, I would like to honor my father with special remembrances of him.
-I’ll always remember his big bulky sweaters and brightly, colored shirts. He always looked neat and sharp.
-His wavy dark hair that had a widow’s peak in the front and his great smelling after-shave cologne.
-Every Friday, he’d stop by my house from work in his Woodlawn Laundry truck. Patrick, then about 7-8 years old, and Caitlin 5 – 6, thought this was the greatest. Sometimes they would go out to the truck before he’d leave and let the kids up in the driver’s seat and look around the truck.
When he would come over, he would walk in his quick way and bound up the sidewalk and up to the front door. The kids would be in the window waiting, watching from the couch. They would knock to him from the window and he’d laugh. I loved to see him laugh. “Hullo!” he’d say. When he came in, and after making a big deal about the kids, he would talk of “The Old Fart’s Club”(a group of older men he’d hang around with) and playing ping-pong amongst other small talk, all in about 1-2 hours.
-I loved his quick wit and sense of humor, and I’d like to think I’ve acquired this from him. So has Caitlin.
-His thick furry “Russian hats” he’d wear in the winter time.
– Dad laying on the couch after work when I lived at home. Our pug dog would lay with him s he read his paper. His baby.
-The way he would bust up my mother at the supper table by asking her “where’s the butt?”(butter), while she was busy getting everything else. He’d give us a wink to know he was teasing her.
-as it got close to the 4th of July, my father would acquire all kinds of fireworks, “from work” he’d tell us. We were always excited to see them all and he would always get in trouble by the police after he set off a few.
-he’d come down every morning and let out a tired sigh, and keep it up until you could’nt stand it any longer and you said,”Will you shut-up!” He thought he was so funny!
-Lucky Strike cigarettes
_the large wad of cash he’d have in his pants pocket. I grew up thinking I was rich. Turns out, it was just the laundry’s money he was carrying. Shoot!!!
-he loved morning glories and had them growing up the front porch every spring. They were beautiful.
-he had the best grass in town. He loved taking care of his lawn, and it looked like a lush, green carpet.
– At Christmastime, helping him open up all his christmas bonuses from all of his Woodlawn customers
-his workbag on the floor
-the way he always hugged us and said he loved us
-his vast collection of toilet paper and paper towels. He bought them weekly even if he didn’t need them
-his favorite-chicken salad on a roll
-how he changed after mom died. I always told him I couldn’t picture him going first, because we wouldn’t have known him like we had. We definitely got closer to him because of this, which I’ll never regret.
He was a very loving,sweet,sensitive and humorous man whom everyone loved to be with.
Love you and miss you Dad.<3