Yahrzeit for my father.

Fourteen years ago today, my father died. I remember him with words he shared with me, which I'll share with you: Choose to be happy.

What a guy!

Father's Day (in the U.S. of A)

Thinking about my Dad, today, on Fathers' Day. What a guy! I miss him. Here he is, in front of the apartment building we lived in on Franklin Boulevard, in Chicago. The building is no longer there. I've checked on Google Earth! That's my Dad's car that he has his foot on. He loved driving and wanted us all to learn to drive. (by the way, I didn't learn until I was 25 years old.) When he was old, he asked me if my kids knew how to drive. He said it was important to know how to do that. 






This is card #943. My honey got me a hand cranked paper shredder for shredding receipts. I shredded some paper and thought, oh yes, perfect for mail art. I enjoyed shredding but attaching the bits to the backing was a bit tricky. In the end, I like how this turned out.

 Here are some New York City clouds.

 Here are some clouds over Washington, D.C. There's the Washington monument to the right. We were on the train, heading home.

Here are some wispy clouds over a river,  maybe the Potomac, as we headed south towards home, after our trip to New York City.

It's a quiet day at home for me. My honey and son are off on a father-son excursion. I'm reading, and waiting, for a phone call from my sister. My Mom went into hospital this morning. I wait to hear news.

Dad

The Phone Lady's post about looking for a photo of her father sent me looking for one of my Dad. I didn't do a good job on the scan so it's not all that clear. Can anyone date the car? Notice the bullet bumper detail? Dad has been gone for over 10 years. The apartment building we lived in, in Chicago, is gone also. I looked for it on Google and it's an empty lot now. I have no idea how long it's been gone. It appears that a building is now on the empty lot across the street so the view of those back porches (behind the tree) is obscured. I think one of the girls looking at the ground in the background is my older sister. My Dad was a very nice man. He was a good husband and father, kind, funny, playful, musical and inquisitive. He loved to learn new words. He loved to fish and bowl. He taught us to ride bikes, ice skate, roller skate, fish, and treat out mother with respect. He told me once that he chose to be happy. Thanks Dad.