tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174922800884107274.post2422280875157992423..comments2023-11-05T02:21:36.998-08:00Comments on Irene's desk: Irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171389134207433317noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174922800884107274.post-69436157736756706992008-06-15T16:19:00.000-07:002008-06-15T16:19:00.000-07:00Hello IrenkaWhat a wonderful way to remember our d...Hello IrenkaWhat a wonderful way to remember our dad on Father's Day. I do remember the tarts and just to elaborate on this, it was before he had a car that this ritual started. In those days paycheques were not heard of, the men at Stelco received their pay in cash. Money was very tight and each penny was accounted for, but we, the Nowak children never lacked in good food, good shoes from Henry's or any school supplies. Pay day was every second Friday and we knew that something special would be brought home. After working a night shift and often a double, he would stop off at Grist's and pick up lemon or butter tarts for our lunch. That was our treat. Although our mother baked cookies and cakes, we loved those tarts (two in a pack for 15 cents)! Yes we realize now that he danced to many beats; as a father, a husband, a driver to many (once he got a car) and his Polish organizations. Our father did not get to see the fruits of his labour - children who have exceled in their life, his wonderful grandchildren and his great granddaughter. But I am sure he is watching from above and being very proud. So on this Father's Day, I too, reminise our good times - we did have fun on our home made teeter tatter, our Polish Christmas and Easter traditions (which we carry on with) and we do remember the sacrifices our parents made to create the people we are today. Thank you Irene for sharing some of the history of our father.AlusiaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com