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Memories of our fathers
As the time for Father’s Day draws closer with reminders from commercials on television and gift promotions in all the stores, we find in our quiet times of reflection those special memories of our fathers and grandfathers.
As I thought about what my favorite memory of my own father would be, I slowly realized that the reason why I chose to drop my maiden name and retain my middle name from birth and why I insist on adding that “E” to my signature was from a very special summer day in my youth. My father had driven me to the Aliquippa Harbor one summer morning to show me his new lobster boat, and as I stood on the rocks admiring the boat in my favorite colors, white and green, I read the side and realized that he had named it after me, the “Jana E.” He had a hard time expressing emotions, alcoholics often do, but in that moment he was able to show me that he loved me, and I’m forever thankful.
We all have special memories of our family; and I thought I’d share the favorite memories of some friends, with the sincere hope that readers take time this weekend to share their own favorite memories with their families…it’s those tales from our hearts that weave the fabric of our families and keep our history alive.
“Well, my grandpa and I used to ride around in this old red 1990 Corolla and pretend it was the Batmobile. It was pretty fun; he would tell me about his time in the Navy, the Communists and how they almost ruined the world, and the Capitalists and how they were ruining the world. He told me about the good old days, and he used to sing “You Are My Sunshine”; it still makes me realize there are still things worth living for.”- Garion Z. White, 2008 graduate of Mayo HS, attending the Citadel in the fall.
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