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Memories of My Father

On Father’s Day
Memories of My Father

He was reserved, tall, and very intelligent. He had old-fashioned values – honesty, kindness, compassion, and generosity to name a few.

He was a fire fighter in his younger days and an accountant after being injured fighting a fire.

He was also a very good cook. He loved tinkering with his BBQ recipe.

He taught me many things from how to fly a kite to how to treat people.

The following is my favorite memory of my dad.

My eldest brother and wife and their two young children, my younger brother and his girl friend, and yours truly were present at my parent’s home for dinner one night in the seventies.

thCAE4A05X After dinner we played a card game called, Pit.

If you don’t know Pit, you should. It is more fun than a trillion barrels of monkeys.

In short and from Wikipedia, “Pit is a fast-paced card game for three to eight players…………..Pit has no turns, and everyone plays at once.”

In other words, it is organized chaos! The game is loud, chaotic, and boisterous. It is tons of laughs!!!

The goal is to get nine of the same suit of cards by trading 1-4 cards with whoever wants to trade the same number of cards. When a player gets nine cards of the same suit, they yell, “Pit.”

In one game I couldn’t get nine cards. Not even closed! And the game seemed to be taking forever. Usually a game is over quickly, a couple of minutes at most.

So I started to watch what was happening trying to figure out what was slowing down the game. I was watching my dad and like a lightening bolt out of the blue, I saw what he was doing.

He had figured out which suit each of his two grandchildren at the table wanted.

And he was holding on to cards until he could get enough of one suit to one of his grandchildren so that each in turn would win at least one game that night.

On the drive home I thought about what I had just witnessed. And I thought back to all of the games our family had played when I was a child around that very same dining room table.

No matter the game, Pit, Clue, you name it I realized my dad had done the exact same thing when my brothers and I were children.

To the extent possible, he controlled the games so that each of his children and now his grand children had the thrill of winning at least one game every time we played.

He never said a word.

He did not ask for praise.

He was not a glory seeker.

Even today my father is my number one role model for how to treat children and people and how to live an honorable life.

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