When I think of my dad I think of his moustache, the pipes he used as a plumber and the pipes he smoked. And I can't forget those silly and stinky stogie ( don't know if I spelled that correctly) cigars or the garden he kept on Munn Avenue. He grew tomatoes and filled in the garden with peppers and zucchini too.
I can remember him coming home for lunch and asking for tomatoes with mayonnaise on two pieces of Italian bread. Delicious !!! Nothing like Jersey Tomatoes.
When we were home from school my sisters and I would answer the phone for his plumbing business. It seems like my dad was always on call. Didn't matter if is was late at night or on the weekend he would get in his truck and head out when his customers called about broken pipes or furnace problems. We got to know the customers pretty well. One customer , whose name I don't recall now, gave my father a poem when I was finishing elementary school. My father said I should memorize it. Well I did and I still remember it.
Believe in yourself and step out unafraid,
By misgivings and doubts be not easily swayed,
The wisdom of ages is yours if you'll read
But you've got to believe in yourself to succeed.
Thanks Dad .
Happy Father's Day , Nick !
Every Day is a Blessing. I have been blessed by a father who gave everything so that his daughters could succeed. And I am blessed with a loving husband who is a great dad.