My Dad


My father at age 21, strong and dominant, typical for a man raised in a European environment. He grew up with totally different values than you and I, one where the male was in deed, king and lord over his domain. This unfortunately included the women and children in their lives and my mother and I were no exception. He was a very demanding and stern father who expected no less than perfection from his family. Now don't get me wrong, he was never overly physical with me but thats cause it only took a few good lickings to get his point across, after that, fear was his means of making you do as told. Working in a foundry gave him a strength and physical presence that to this day amazes me. I have rather large if somewhat soft hands but compared to him, my hands look like that of a childs in comparison. I always felt like he wanted to shed the outer shell of male chauvinism but just never learned how.



He has great difficulty in showing affection or emotion and yet there is a vulnerable side to the man which, if you know him, shows through. It was not easy growing up under a father like him but still, he taught me some of his values which I hold true today. Because of him I am mechanically inclined and not afraid to tackle any job, regardless of the complexity. He taught me inner strength and the value of hard work. Having said that it's important to understand that I can appreciate those traits only because I had a mother who was totally opposite to him. If my father was the brains and brawn of the family, them my mother was the heart and soul.

I don't necessarily like the man for how he thinks or behaves at times but I do love him because although we are of different generations, nevertheless he always meant well, cared deeply for his family and worked hard to make a good life for us.

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