Wednesday, February 19, 2020
On February 18th, 1920 my Dad was born. Today he would have been 100 years old. He passed away in 1976 at age 56. I think of him daily. I wonder what he would have thought about the world today. He was wondering what the heck was going on in the world when he was still here on earth. He used to say, after hearing about something on the news, "Is it "them" (who's nuts) or is it me?" He had a good sense of humor and could always make you smile or laugh. He could fix anything. I picture him under the hood of a car or under the house fixing one thing or another. If you had a problem or needed help he'd be there and help you through it. I always thought he was the smartest man I knew. I always felt safe growing up knowing he'd always be there to take care of us along with Mom. Every July his company closed the factory down where he worked as a tool and dye maker and that's when we took our vacations. We camped all over the country. We planned those trips in the Winter. He'd get out the big campground book that had all the places to stop and we'd pick out the ones that met our requirements. A place for us kids to swim and play, showers and flushing toilets, and if we would be there any length of time he'd want a lake so he could fish. He loved fishing. He and Mom bought a little house in Wisconsin, about an hour from Chicago and that's where my Grandparents lived. However, right down the road was a lake. So he not only found a place his parents could live, it also had a place for us to play, swim and he could fish! I told you he was smart! He loved to read and he loved to write poetry. He played guitar and loved to sing, especially at Christmas. I could go on and on and I truly wish he was here to celebrate his birthday. He loved family gatherings too! I know he would truly have enjoyed his Grandkids and Great-Grandkids. So Happy 100th Birthday Dad! We all miss you and hope you're up in heaven looking down at your family knowing that you were so loved and you were the best Dad ever!