Happy Father’s Day!

When Father’s Day is here, I, like everyone else, think of my dad. He was an interesting and unusual man, especially for his time. When I went to camp, he’d write me letters in longhand and always signed them, Your Daddy, Joe. Once, my college friends and I drove into the city at 3 A.M. for a “lark.” When we returned home, my parents were getting ready to go to work. My mom said, “What are you, crazy?” My dad said, “Good for you! You only live once!”

I love to look through old photo albums I inherited from my parents because they give me a glimpse into him before marriage, before fatherhood and before me.

He loved to travel and was probably one of very few Jewish boys from the Bronx who drove a motorcycle. He often told stories of his treks across the country.travel WVIn 1935, a year before he and my mother were married, this photo was snapped. My mom used to say that every girl had her sights on him because he was so good-looking. I can see what she meant!early hearthrob

Here he is with one of his first cars. He always enjoyed going for rides in the country, exploring towns and taking the family to historic places, like the Roosevelt estate on Long Island, or a Vanderbilt Mansion. I learned so much on those outings, which were always followed by dinner in a really nice restaurant.early car

The next two show his playful side. How many Bronx boys climbed trees? And look at that boyish, almost mischievous smile. No wonder the women went wild over him!early playful

early tree

But of course, my memory of him forms different pictures in my mind, sometimes brooding, but always smiling with his Lillie beside him. He was a family man. Most weekends, we’d visit his mother, my Bubby, where he was babied as the youngest child in a family of six. Here, he was treated like a prince and Bubby always made his favorite foods when he visited. Upon departing, he’d surreptitiously slip a $10 or $20 bill in her apron.Late brooding

Late1 w Mom

He  loved to fish. Once, the family was staying in a hotel in Florida and he went off for the day to fish in the ocean. When he returned, he implored us all to come down to the street where his car was parked. There, in the trunk of his Cadillac, was the 6 foot sailfish he caught!late fishing

Although he left school to help his family financially, he studied and got his G.E.D. later in life. He taught me compassion, appreciation for music and art, and a sense of adventure. He made me feel special; taking me with him to work, or on a long ride to visit a client, or back to his old neighborhood. He was very generous – once, when I joined a hiking club, he took me to a fancy clothing store in Jamaica, Queens, where he bought me a very expensive wool sweater. I still have it.

Here’s the way he appears in my dreams. This is the age at which he’s fixed in my eye. Doesn’t he look a bit like Robert DeNiro?DeNiro

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you!


  1. Gloria Silver

    Your describe your dad so well that I wish I knew him. Happy Father’s Day to his memory. As parents we can only hope we leave our children with healthy fun thoughts. Gloria

  2. Rick

    Yup, that’s the way I remember him. Did you get my secret that I had for 50 years? And all the photos I sent?

  3. madeline

    Beautiful! M

  4. Mo

    What a marvelous rememberance!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s


The Cricket Pages


Where Westport meets the world

Seeking Delphi™

The Future Lives Here

Linda Vernon Humor

Stylistically Abusing Language for the Betterment of Mankind

Terribly Write

Terrible Writing on the Web. And Writing Terribly Well for the Web

(A)Musings by Arlene

Interesting Thoughts to Ponder........

Mostly Bright Ideas

Some of these thoughts may make sense. But don't count on it.

The Millennium Conjectures™

A Blog of the Ridiculous and Sublime, by Mark Sackler

%d bloggers like this: