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My Amazing Dad, Harold
My Treasured Daddy
I was very lucky to be adopted by Harold and Isabel in the late 1950s, when I was just six weeks old. They had been married for some time and could not have children so when they heard about me, they jumped at the chance to be parents.
Not only did they restore me to health, they raised me up in a wonderful home where I was encouraged to do anything I wanted to pursue. In my case, that was music. I studied classical piano from age 8 until after I finished high school. One of my most vivid childhood memories is the day Daddy surprised me with the piano. Somewhere there is a musty old picture of me clasping my hands in glee at the beautiful sight. I still own that piano and will never part with it even though I can no longer play due to arthritis.
Yes, I was raised as an only kid who was probably pretty spoiled rotten.
Dad was a plumber by trade and while we were not rich, we never went without anything needed. Our house was always filled with friends and relatives who would come in town to stay a few days or more. I always was trotted out to play a piece on the piano for them. I wish now I hadn't resented doing that as much as I did. I always felt self conscious about it. Hey, I was a shy kid.
Daddy's great love was fishing, and he passed that on to me. He gave me my own rod and reel when I was four years old and believe it or not, I still fish with it every now and then. Dad loved to hunt also and always had a bird dog or two. I never got in on the hunting as I found it appalling, the idea of hurting an animal.
Dad was very involved and active in the plumbers union and the house was always full of his plumber and other friends. We were always attending some union function or other. Once we made a trip to Denver, Colorado to attend a convention there. The highlight of the trip was Dad buying me a blonde Marilyn wig to make me look older in order to sneak me into the horse races at age 13! I will never forget that, nor the big fancy dinner and reception held at the hotel. I was very impressed. I remember that I also got a very nasty high-altitude sunburn while I was there from spending too much time in the hotel pool.
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My dad never knew half of how much I adored him. I hope somehow maybe he will be able to read this and know what is in my heart.
A Sad Ending...
Dad passed away when I was 17 years old, just 3 months before my high school graduation. I was pulled out of school late one afternoon and told that he was gone. He was in the process of changing the oil on the truck in the back yard and suffered a massive heart attack. Life was never the same after that. He had just retired two weeks before and bought his dream place on Grand Lake in Grove, Oklahoma along with the aforementioned pickup truck and a travel trailer. He was all set to enjoy his retirement. He got to enjoy that retirement for just two weeks.
I'm so sorry that my children never got to meet Dad. He would have adored them.
They do not make them better than my dad Harold. I will love him always.