Here is my parents wedding day. My father was a family man. He had three children. Although my sister Mary died at a very young age. She was only six and was in the hospital many times. No one could have been more heartbroken than him. He had a zest for life and during the winters he’d work in Florida then during the summer would come back to New England and work at the tourist resorts in New Hampshire, brought his wife and me when I was a toddler. He also had a barroom that he owned and operated. He and his brother would raise turkeys to sell at Thanksgiving and they’d pluck the turkeys themselves. Killed them too. Many of them.
Here is my father in 1925, when he was about 10 years old. He grew up in the Great Depression and he worked very hard to earn money. He told me that no matter what he was not going on social welfare programs, so he saved his money. The woman looking over the bannister on her porch is my Grandmother Amanda. She only spoke French. She liked to make articles with leather, belts mostly. My father was very impressed by his mother. He said she was a business woman. She was very industrious. She had a garden in the back yard too and I’ve been there.
Well, Dad thanks for your advice. Happy Father's Day and don’t worry everything will be okay.