My Dad loved his food. I'm not saying he was fat
but he did like to eat. He looked forward to a good
meal. He was basically a meat and potatoes kind of
guy. He didn't care too much for one dish type meals
although he did enjoy a bowl of beef stew or creamed
codfish over mashed potatoes. He also loved soup and
his favorites were cream of mushroom and New England
He loved desserts and was partial to chocolate
cream pie. Later on in his life when he became a
diabetic he was deprived of these "goodies" and had
to settle for a bran muffin with his evening cup of
He loved birthdays, not for the presents and
excitement of them but because he looked at them as a
chance to have a piece of cake. I remember one time
my mom told him he could have a sliver of chocolate
cream pie and he ended up with a quarter of a whole
This is for you Dad......
and last but not least, your favorite (I guess you can have all you want now)......
*Special Note: I searched and searched for a chocolate cream pie for my dad's page and came up emptyhanded and if it weren't for 2 of the greatest people on this earth, Sherry and Mike, this wouldn't be here. Many Heartfelt thanks go to these 2 very special people.
My Dad wasn't exactly in love with animals but what
changed his mind was the day my aunt gave my mother a
german shepherd puppy as a present. We named him
Flash after my grandfather. That's all it took to win
his heart. Soon Flash and him became friends and
loyal companions. When Flash died, the door was
opened for my parents favorite, Mitzi.
She was a purebred Scottish Terrier. She looked like a dustmop to me but who am I to criticize the dog that won over my Dad. He would take her in the car to get her ice cream and she even went to Florida on vacation with them. I haven't even been to Florida yet. Spoiled? Oh boy was she. He even had a special pet name for her, he called her "Babe". The day she died was the first time I saw my father shed tears.
When I was young, we had a black and white cat that my grandmother gave us named Bootsie. My father made him sleep in the cellar. So I was surprised at the love he showed that little scottie dog.
Dad, don't forget to pick up Mitzi and Flash at the Rainbows Bridge on your way. Don't worry about Bootsie, I'll pick him up myself when I make my journey to heaven.
Every summer he would take us on Sunday drives to
Old Forge, his most favorite place to relax and enjoy
himself. He used to work the mail boats on Fourth
Lake so this was a special place for him. He would
often take the boat rides they offered and then we
would drive to Inlet to feed the ducks or sometimes
we would go swimming at White Lake. They were fun
So Dad, here is a boat ride for you.....