My daddy worked hard to support his family. He and his brothers owned a towing company. There was nothing he wouldn't do for us. I used to sing, and he never missed a performance. I used to see him standing outside before the shows smoking. He was just as nervous as I was, maybe more.
It was a different time. Neighbors used to sit outside in the summer while their children played hide and seek or some other game. Nobody locked their doors, you didn't have to back then. In the winter, Gwen, one of my neighbors used to make grilled cheese sandwiches and hot chocolate after we went ice-skating at the pond down the street. I still remember how amazing those sandwiches were.
There were no cell phones, computers, or electronic games back then. There were children to play with. The Forest Theater, Crest, or the Ambassador theater were the places to be on the weekends and I'll never forget the Ben Franklin Five And Dime. I used to buy my gold fishes there. They always used to jump out of the bowl. So sad. There were many toilet burials.
When I got older my daddy used to take me to school in his tow truck. I made him drop me off down the block, because I didn't want to be seen in a tow truck. I would give anything to ride in that tow truck one more time.
Sunday mornings were special in my house. Breakfast was always white fish, revelation, bagels, eggs and all the trimmings. Best breakfast ever! My daddy loved my children beyond words. He couldn't have been a better Pop Pops. I went to see him a couple days ago, before the holiday. It's all so surreal. I still can't believe he is gone. Sometimes, I hope it is a nightmare and I will wake up and he will be there.
Happy New Year Daddy. Rest In Peace. I could go on, but you get the message. There are so many special memories. Now there are so many if only I hads....
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