Dad... A Cowboy and a Gentleman

Father’s Day is this weekend … we are happy that our son and his wife are bringing both families together to honor Dads, present and absent, as an expression by the families. We will miss those who are not able to be with us, but know that their hearts will be here.

My father was the first-born in his family, arriving in the winter of 1906.  The family tragedies in the first few years of his life, resulting in a major move to another country, contributed to his early maturity and diligence in his commitment to given responsibilities. He had little formal education, and in his late teens, became a cattle-driver in the Cypress Hills.

 

 

I was his favorite child… and his only child, arriving in his 34th year. He was my personal entertainer and playmate when we lived on the farm. He made sure that I learned about the important things in life, and supported my mom in my pursuit of music.

Dad was a “people” person, and preferred to be known as ‘Gus’, and not by Mr. He learned to be a carpenter when we moved to the city, worked on the crew who built our second home in the city, as well as their retirement home. He sang in the church choir, and often played his mouth-organ on the porch. He even taught me how to play a tune on a ‘comb and paper’! When I showed an interest in becoming a nurse, he was my #1 cheer-leader, and financial provider. According to Dad, my husband was more like a brother than a son-in-law. Knowing that was the best gift I could ever receive from him.

Our two children, and Dad’s only grandchildren, had great respect for their grandfather. When their grandmother passed away, their learned many things from and about him. He always had time for them, and they for him. I’m not the only family member who misses him.

Speaking of a great Dad… my kids have the best! We will be celebrating him on Sunday.