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Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 02/25/2011

Dad | Birthday 56

We celebrate the one year anniversary of the snowicane and the 56 year anniversary of my dad on the same day. Today was just as windy as a year ago, only 30 degrees warmer. The snow didn’t swirl but the power did flicker down on Wesley Road.

Things are different there now. The basement’s been gutted and my childhood bedroom has become a pile of sawn up two-by-fours and drop ceiling track. Only one drawer remains of the dresser that carried my clothing all those years and tomorrow it’ll end up where the rest of it has already gone; a dumpster perched over the basement steps in the back yard.

Nothing gold can stay.

Dad brought us there in ’87 with a bright future in mind. The twins were three months and I was about to go into second grade. The rent was fantastic and there were thirty-two mostly wooded acres for the five of us to run wild on. Twenty-three-and-a-half years later, it’s being gutted and remodeled for someone else to live in, to raise their kids, to make their memories.

Today is a hard day for me. It’s probably harder for him.

Hard times have come in the last few years and as I grow into manhood, I so much more appreciate what he and Mom were able to do for us five little brats for all those years. I think of the distant days ahead of when I might have kids and wonder how to make a go at what my parents did. Mom held down the fort while Dad slutted drywall all day, almost every day, save Sundays since early ’84. Five kids are a lot to feed and clothe. They grow fast and the pressure to perform has to be immense; not only in vocation, but at home, at play and in the community.

We sit in the kitchen over dark coffee, smoking American Spirits and reminiscing over old drywall stories — Jay Smoker stories, John Esh’s massive Amish homes, the frigid day we picked up a Toronto AM radio station in the truck, the crazy FBI agent who made us lower all the tools out of the window by a rope, and on and on.

Those were the days.

For his sake and for mine, I hope for more.

Things have been tough the past few years but only now do I appreciate what my Dad did for all those years for us mostly ungrateful little kids.

Thanks, Dad.

And Happy Birthday.


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  1. Lancaster Window Cleaning said, on 02/26/2011 at 5:14 pm

    “the crazy FBI agent who made us lower all the tools out of the window by a rope”

    I Remember this vividly, we then through the fiber glass corner tool handle to the ground and it shattered from the 3rd story.

  2. Jeremy Walter said, on 03/02/2011 at 2:52 pm

    This is a great post.

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