Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I will remember you...

This is a photo of my dad and me. It was my graduation from Secondary School. Yesterday would have been my dad's 95th birthday. Wow! My dad passed away 3oyears ago. My fondest memories of my dad are quite often in conjunction with his friend Stan. I can remember being at Sheridan College and wanting them to build me a sewing machine table with some stability. It seemed my purchased one just couldn't take the moves, the legs were always wobbly and the surface was too small for the things that I was sewing, so the two of them strolled into the sewing studio at the college and were going to check it out. Well security of course was called because two old guys were wondering through the classes. I finally caught up with them and explained things and they took their measurements and I still sew at the table they came up with. I think Barb got one too. We each got a great cutting table as well, but Stan refused to glue cork to the top. He just wouldn't taint the wood that way. As I've been cleaning my mothers home recently, I've come across a few projects they did together, you can tell in their work when they were getting tired of it or maybe just having a few too many tastes of their home made wine. Brings a smile to my face. My dad would have like to be a musician, he was a self made one so I think it's appropriate that I post this song in his memory. Why didn't I post yesterday. Just couldn't.

3 comments:

Leslie Jane Moran said...

This is so lovely. I'm sitting here in front of my computer crying my eyes out. This is indeed a difficult time for both of us. As the song says, we'll weep not for the memories, but get on with our happy trails together. I'm holding you tightly today and always.

Just Joni said...

This is such a nice tribute to your father...and how special that you still have some of his woodwork...very precious trip down memory lane.

Anonymous said...

Irene, isn't it funny how we remember certain things. Oh what a pair, Andrew Nowak and Stanley Sobczynski, and what great friends they were. Our father left certain imprints on a lot of things in our life and unfortunately we didn't appreciate it until now. My only regret is that he did not stay long enough to reap the joys of his hard work and enjoy our offsprings and their offsprings. I can still picture Jennifer and Michelle pouring the box of Fruit Loops down his mouth while he was sleeping! Happy Birthday Tata! I am sure you and Pan Stach are having a "kielich" or two.

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