My father was not a great man in any way that would get you written about in the newspaper. But, as a father and husband he was great. No one could state any fact about my Dad I wouldn’t be proud of. He was kind, thrifty, never got drunk, even though he drank beer and wine. He put safety and responsibility first, so he would never drive if he had drunk more than a very conservative amount.
He put family first, worked hard his whole life, and put every penny he made towards the whole family. He and my mom made big decisions together, even though he definitely ruled the roost (my Dad was born in 1928). But, everyone in our family was equal. If he ate steak, we could all eat steak. If the family couldn’t afford steak, we all ate hamburger. Mom’s a great cook. If Mom and Dad wanted to eat out, the whole family ate out. If we couldn’t afford it, we stayed home. And if we couldn’t afford the tip, we couldn’t afford to eat out.
My Dad had a dry sense of humor. He could lead you down the garden path when telling a story, and then you would suddenly realize he was pulling your leg. When I was a kid, we all watched Star Trek together. When there were re-runs, we would all try to yell out which episode it was first, just for fun. It was fun to talk about Star Trek or All in the Family or Mash after the show was over, and everyone’s opinion counted.
He had a temper, but never called people names or yelled at them. He yelled about things, sometimes, but never attacked people verbally.
I really miss my Dad. Happy Father’s Day everyone.