………..With Father’s Day only a week away I thought i would post this early picture of my Dad and his Dad……….This picture of my father and his dad, my grand dad, was taken for my father’s Communion……so I would imagine he is about 10 or 11……I love that they took these formal pictures!…..My dad was the first born, and the apple of my grandfather’s eye. After my dad was born there were four girls before another son, my uncle Louie, came along. So, my father was the only boy for many years. I have to say he didn’t change much from what he looked like as a boy to an adult……I LOVE the way my dad is dressed with his long frock coat, and his shiny high lace up shoes……My grand father didn’t speak much English, but he showed his love for all of his grandchildren in many ways. He always had a box of Chicklets in his pockets or us, and gave the best hugs!….He played the guitar and sang Italian songs to us….He made his own wine in a “special room” in the basement of his house, and grew his own grapes on his property…..He also had a small hobby room in the basement where he made these amazing ship models….He made these glass cases and created scenes in them with fake water and backdrops where he displayed his boats….I used to love to go into this locked room and see all of his treasures…..I don’t know whatever happened to them……My dad was an alter boy in his local church!!!! He told me he used to play craps behind the church with two priests!….Some alter boy!!! My dad was somewhat of a hellion in his youth. He and his friends all had nicknames. My dad was called “Jimmy clink”, because he was arrested for being drunk with his friends……When the police came to my grandfather’s house to tell him my father had been arrested, and he could come and pick him up my grandfather told the policeman to keep him overnight!…..History repeated itself when my oldest brother and his friends got arrested for drag racing……When the police came to our door and told my dad he could come down to the station and get my brother ….my father told them to keep him over night! A lesson learned.
It always amazes me that so many families took these formal studio portraits despite the hard economic times they faced. My grandparents were dirt poor and their parents struggled to feed and clothe them, yet they had so many pictures taken by professional photographers!
Sounds like a fun altar boy to me – and I think the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.