Good morning everyone, today is May 21, 2021. It’s a Friday the end of the week. The beginning of the weekend, the weather seems to be holding pretty good. So we should all be making some plans for the weekend. Yesterday Justin and I spent the afternoon together and as usual we found our way to lunch, Dario was along as a sidekick, it was his first experience with Malaysian food. He was not a big fan. Rocco on the other hand before Covid would try anything. So it looks like I have a lot of work to do with little Dario, and his culinary experiences.
I have posted a photo this morning of my father. Today he would be 98 years old. I chose this picture out of hundreds because the little guy with him is me. There to me is a real resemblance between Rocco and myself. There is nothing more precious than a photo, they are a remembrance of the past, which is key to keeping a legacy alive. As much as I like progress however I’m still not sure I trust a phone or a computer wholly, I still want a picture I can hold in my hand if some kind of glitch happens there goes the photo.
My father was a true example of a 50’s man, his main goal in life was to provide for his family. To insure we had all we needed to live a comfortable life. To make it possible for us to have more than previous generations through education , and lifestyle. He did this 100 percent. Did we thank him, I don’t think many children thank their parents enough for all they give and I don’t mean just material things, love, support, encouragement, security, are more valuable than any material things. So the answer is no, and most of us live with that regret, we all wish we had the ability to spend 10 minutes again with our parents to say those things.
One of my favorite stories of my father is this one, he was deathly afraid of water and did not know how to swim and on a trip to Florida once I quite young ventured into 10 feet of water at the pool, now I myself at the time was not yet that strong of a swimmer and I started to flounder, without hesitation my father jumped in and brought me back to safe ground, there was no fear when he had to save me. Upon our return my mother decided we had a pool in the backyard but my father never used it he was more content at the barbecue and keeping the pool safe and clean for us. So she hired a man, an instructor with Buster Crabbe, one of the original Tarzan’s to teach him to swim. No one was allowed in the yard during the class so I watched from my window. The lessons went well for the first few times, just acclimating to the water, then came the time to submerge, the instructor put a bamboo pole across the pool and my father held on and ent under, this worked, then he started to let go of the pole but would grab on to it when he came up, again good. Then once comfortable the man removed the pole while my father was submerged but he never mentioned he was going to do that so when he came up there was no pole to grab and he started to slash around looking for the pole , the instructor had to help him. Now one atttribute of my father was it took him quite a long time to get angry, he had a very long fuse, something I have inherited. But once the fuse burned that was it . When he composed himself, he was so angry with the instructor he fired him and told to get out and never come back, in my room I was laughing at the sight of the man trying to explain, but there was no explanation, he told my mother don’t worry about me swimming take care of yourself , I’m fine I don’t need to swim. So that ended the swimming career and he never went in the pool again. When I think of it now it still brings a smile to me, but I als think how frightened he must have been.
We study history to make a better world and not repeat mistakes made. I feel we must keep our own personal histories alive so we can remember where we came from so we know where we are going. Each generation must know of the triumphs and failures of our past to know that.
Thank You for sharing the birthday with me. Even though he is not here we still need to celebrate him, because without him where would we be. Well it looks like that time again, the sun once again is coming through the blinds and our day must begin . Lest I bore you to death. Have a great day, look for the small things and we will talk again, Til Tomorrow!




