My father was an incredible man. In his teens, he ran moonshine for some cousins in Southern Ky (daredevil streak revealed) and played high school basketball as a forward. He would have played for the Kentucky Wildcats under Adolph Rupp (daddy was that good) had it not been for WW2. He was in the 8th Army Air Force, fought as a ball turret gunner (on a B17 Flying Fortress) in WW2, met a gorgeous English girl under a bridge on the Serpentine in London, wooed, and married her (my mum; they were married for 54 years), was a fireman at an airfield, an industrial painting and coating project supervisor, owned his own industrial painting company, raced NASCAR in the 50's, owned a stable of thoroughbred race horses, took my mum to Vegas often as possible (they both loved to gamble), traveled a lot (both while in the air force and once he got out), and he loved bowling, deep sea fishing, and golf. He was bigger than life and my sisters and I loved him like crazy.
He passed away in 1999. But I will always cherish the memories.
Never let a day go by without telling your dad how much he means to you.
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| Dad as a young man. |
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| Dad with his four girls. The chubby dork bent in half mid-giggle is yours truly. eeps! |
2 comments:
You look great! Nothing dorky about that photo, girl! :)
Awww, you're just sayin' that coz your ma friend. I know better. I was wearing a cantaloupe jumpsuit, fer crimney sakes! lmao And I really thought I was ALL THAT and a bag o' chips. lol
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