I know absolutely nothing of my daddy’s adolescence. Not one story he ever told, about his mother,
father, sisters or brothers. It was as if he was born a 19-year-old man who would marry a beautiful
young lady in 1935, who would later give birth to number #8 some 19 years later.
I would love to hear just one story of that young period of his life, especially the meeting of my
mother. I’m positive his tough adolescence shaped his life, as my structured adolescence shaped
mine. I’ll never know for sure, but I would bet on it.
Interestingly his pet name for my mother was "Momma" and she called him "Daddy." The lessons
learned from my dad are many.
I know... you have lessons learned from your parent(s)also We all do.
Our mom would often stress "Your Daddy is a provider". She was very proud of that. I was never
hungry. I was never in fear, as he was a protector. We were all protectors of each other. That family
protection umbrella also extended to our closest friends. Our closest friends shared the same
sentiments.
Well, here are a few of mine. Formatted in no particular way, form or fashion...You're
welcome...Enjoy!
My father was not much for material, shiny objects and such. He wore a simple watch, not any
other jewelry. Although, I must admit. he had a deep passion for nice cars and powerful guns.I don't recall him ever using my given name to beckon me. He would tell my mother, she would relay
his message or he would appear out of nowhere, refer to me as 'boy' and tell me what he wanted. I'm not sure if it represents anything at all...maybe he just forgot my name...I have that same
memory issue with my 3 children., especially with my granddaughter and her mother.