Daddy’s Tomato Garden

Jun 24, 2011 by

My father spent most of World War II on Attu, a frozen, treeless dot in the northern Pacific at the end of the Aleutian Chain. Although he spoke little of the experience of flying bombing missions over Japan, Daddy often reminisced about the weather.  It is estimated that there are 8-10 precipitation-free days a year on the island, all of them cold! Our treasured black and white photos show Daddy in front of his plane, smiling and bundled against the snow…always snow. Three years on Attu gave my father a passion for green and growing things.  He loved mowing the lawn and puttering in his garden!  When I was just six, we moved to a small town outside Cleveland. Our tiny home had a huge yard, the back third of which quickly became Daddy’s...

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Pappadoo For Me

Jun 20, 2011 by

I spent Father’s Day with my mostly-single girl friends on Martha’s Vineyard … and my dad was there with mom too – down the street – so we were able to celebrate Father’s Day with a breakfast together, all seven of us.   I am not sure the last time I was with Dad on Father’s Day but when I see him, aging quite well, I’m only reminded of how smart, funny, complex, and engaging he is. One of my girl friends noted that he is an “idealist”. Another noted that the loves to “politically confront – all the time”.  Both are quite true. A flag-waving Democrat, he has always fought for the underdog in life, and what I’ve learned is that at throughout life, everyone has his or her being or championing the...

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A Dad For Daughters

Jun 18, 2011 by

There are dads who were meant to be fathers to boys and dads who were made for girls. My dad, Lou Bloomberg, was a dad for daughters. Perhaps that’s why I love dads & daughters. He was the oldest child in a family with 4 sisters, so I suppose he grew up with an added dose of sensitivity. With my mom, my sister Susan and me he continued to be surrounded by girls. When people asked if he regretted not having sons in his life he’d look at them as though he felt sorry they were missing something extra special. As with the story of my mom, my dad took joy in being a father, however, his first love was being Anne’s husband and soul mate. (But that’s a post for another day.) I...

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Young At Heart

Jun 18, 2011 by

My Dad is the greatest guy. He’s young at heart and full of forgiveness. He’s always been one of those Dads that other kids wanted to be around. I miss him, now that I’m far away in CO and he’s still in NY. But, there will always be a soft spot in my heart for my Dad. This picture is one of my favorite – it’s my Dad with my oldest daughter when she was about seven. This is how I will always remember him – as this ‘guy’ – the one who made all the kids happy to be kids. This Dad was warm, happy, funny, full of laughter, and always ready for a camping trip. Up with Dads everywhere!...

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Present – The Story Of Me And My Dad...

Jun 18, 2011 by

My dad bought me the nicest ring last weekend at the local Fine Arts Center.  I love it!  It’s a beautiful ring, but mostly I like how it makes me feel like an adored little girl. Is that odd at my age?  I suppose it could be, but that’s the story of me and my dad. The story starts with a very functional relationship between two very young people, my father in his early 20s and me as a young child.  I suppose parenting is a mystery for many people when a first child is born, but since my grandparents had divorced in my dad’s childhood, something uncommon and frowned upon at the time, the future must  have been that much more murky. It could not have been easy.  With no model for an...

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The Secret Side Of My Dad

Jun 17, 2011 by

I’ve always heard that it’s common for girls to not get along with their mothers, particularly during the terrible teens, but that was never the case for me.  I honestly cannot remember ever getting into a single fight with my mom.  Dad, however, was a different story. Dad was Archie to Mom’s Edith.  He was a very large, intimidating man and was not the most patient person in the world.  Most people were afraid of him, but for some reason, I never was.  I think he liked that I would stand up to him, but it also frustrated him.  He loved to push my buttons, teasing me relentlessly until my temper flared and I would yell at him and storm off.   We had a couple fights that were doozies and it wasn’t completely uncommon...

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