View From The Throne
A look at my post-menopausal life through my eyes. From job, to friends to events, to the world at large are fair game. If you see your name here and you don't like it? Tell me, then I will write about THAT, too.
- Name: queenpat
- Location: The Lovely Hudson Valley, NY, United States
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
As long as my father was alive, I know very little about him, his family. He didn't talk about them much. He was 51 when I was born and I am not named for anyone in his family, or my mother's either.
I knew he had a brother Vance,a sister, Fern. That's it.
Good thing I'm not one of those Genealogy types who can trace their family all the way to Great Great Uncle Horace the horse thief.
Still, he was my father; good hearted, generous, private and hot headed, he could be no less to us than a great dad. He did his best to be one.
So, in honor of my dad who would have been 104 this December, a bit of Groucho Marx, a father in his own right:
Today, father, is father's day,
And we're giving you a tie.
It's not much we know,
It's just our way of showing you
We think you are a regular guy.
You say that it was nice of us to bother.
But it really was a pleasure to fuss,
For according to our mother,
You're our father,
And that's good enough for us.
Yes, that's good enough for us...