May is a hard month for me – the special days just keep hitting –
although today I celebrate a very good and decent man. My dad.
He would have been 88 today. He died back in 2007.
I have fond memories of my dad. He taught me how to swim and water ski. He taught me how to drive. He taught me to love and appreciate nature. He taught me how to shoot and fish. Since he was a painting contractor and in the trades, I learned how to paint, and to do simple construction – just by watching him.
|My first kiss|
Fun memory of him was when I was taking the bus into San Francisco to work. There was this creepy man, who was stalking me. He would get on the bus, and then sit with me and he smelled like cigar smoke. He would talk in a sexual way. Back then, we women really had no voice. So I told my Dad.
One day, I was on the bus, when I see my dad get on. The next stop, Cigar man, gets on and I motioned to my dad, who he was. When the man tried to get to me, my dad stepped in front of him and sat next to me – kinda pushing him out of the way. The man must have sensed something was going on, so he got off a few stops before his regular one – Dad followed him. He never told me what happened or what he said to Smell Cigar Man but I never saw that jerk again.
He was adventurous and loved to explore the wilderness. – something I used to be more of in my younger day and my sons, have inherited from their \”Papa.\” He had a 1969 Coot, and he and I would drive the coastal mountains behind our Pacifica home. Beautiful views of the pacific ocean – WE drove through streams and up muddy trails. He loved classic cars and fixed up many cars to resale. We had 3 early VW bugs while I was growing up. My first REAL car, dad bought was at a police auction. A former police car! I was mortified. NO WAY was I going to drive around in a former police car. He assured me he would paint it and fix it up – which he did but it still looked like a police car to me – an Aqua colored police car.
So he kept it.
So he kept it.
After he died, I inherited his 63 T-Bird, named \”Goldie\”. I wasn\’t into classic cars – so my sister bought it from me. I have photos of him restoring it – standing in the engine well.
I am the woman I am today, because of my Dad. I couldn\’t have raised 3 sons, alone if I hadn\’t been trained by my Dad. To this day, I still like action movies over chick-flicks-girly dramas. I still watch the old Westerns he used to watch and some of the old war movies, he loved.
Like I said, \”I was the son, he always wanted.\” Still am!