Errrps, I did it again...
Jeez Hick that must have been tough on your Mum and cruel on you and your sis not having the opportunity to know him first hand. My dad passed when i was 10 but at that age you don't really get to know someone. Still looks like you turned out fine which is a credit to your mum and wider family
Well that's very nice of you to say, thank you Nam.
It was a tough time. Tho I was quite young, I do have specific memories of him and some of the things we'd do.
He was a local pro golfer, so a lot of those memories revolve around the golf course. Also, he owned a local college bar in Ada, Ohio called "The Bear Trap" (Ohio Northern University's mascot was/is the polar bear).
For every pizza box my brother (1 year 9 mos older) and/or I folded, Dad would give us 1 cent. The pool table was 25 cents a game, so we were all over that action.
We had a classic pinball machine, air hockey, dart board, early arcade games and a folding ping pong table + even a small pool table in our bedroom(s) growing up.
Nowadays, I play pool mostly one-handed (to the delight of most Asians and the bitterness of most farangs) - but that's anutter story.
He left the 4 of us with a heavy mortgage (4-story house), car payments, weak credit and school/insurance/health care bills, etc. He either took hus own life or was murdered & a suicide stage was set by mobsters from neighboring Lima, Ohio. The family is fairly split on the issue. Either way, he had his share of problems at the time and was a diehard alcoholic, illicit and prescription drug abuser.
Things were bleak for over two years, but my mother (grade school teacher) endured through persistence and s very realistic attitude. In short, no one and nothing can break her stride.
PS: my uncles couldn't sit in the same room with me for almost a decade due to me and my father's strong resemblance. That was very challenging - seeing how my presence distressed them so...
That is tough, its the carnage left behind that is often worse than the act. My dad wasn't the best, he drank and didn't like my mum lecturing him.......... he finally left when one night came home argued and had my mum pinned to the floor but got the broken down barrel of a 12 bore over the back of the head, luckily at 8 i couldn't swing too hard and he didn't retaliate, but i think he thought the writing was on the wall - left and was dead 2 years later. Hard times also ensued and i was a bit of a tear away in my teens, left home at just before 16 which really hurt my mum, you do selfish shit when you are a teenager - still it all worked out in the end.
Like to try out the 1 handed game sometime, sometimes a misspent youth pays off
^ you must spread,...etc. Glad all worked out
My 2nd farm.
"My"? Who am I kidding?
Other wife's farm
73 y/o Lifetime of farming
I asked her what she wanted from town and she just looked at me.
10 minutes later she flagged me over and said, "Nothin."
Me, "Excuse me?"
"I don't want nothing from town."
"ok then"
Ride to the house
Where little niece awaits
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