Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Father's Day to my Dad.
My Dad is the youngest of 3 boys and two are now in Heaven. When I went through my trauma last year my Dad had just survived a botch surgery -- they opened up the wrong side, kept him under longer because of it which wasn't a good thing and my trauma effected him and he made it clear he was and is devoted to me and would see me through. They only issue we disagreed on was David Rankin. He said not to hire a lawyer and I did. I believe David will be the next Kunstler and I love Mark Taylor the young lawyer assisting him. I think of them on father's day although they are almost young enough to be my sons.
My Dad is an economic professor still going at 83 and one of the toughest. His students are diverse and the good ones love him because they love learning and tough teachers because they are up for the challenge.
Dad has really bad eyes sight like me and he wanted to serve in World War 2 so he memorized the eye chart. He was a private and he survived the Battle of the Bulge, fought in the battle at Rohr (may have misspelled) and help liberate concentration camps. Dad ended up with a top anti tank unit. He was with the 84th infantry division and ended up transferred to occupation army of occupation. June 1945 he came down with hepatitis and was transferred from Germany to the American Hospital in France from July to November. Transferred again to West Virgina for a month and than he was allowed to return home to visit his family. From there he went to Fort Dix. January, 1946 he was discharged and that was almost 3 year. Dad always points out at the at the end of the war he was transferred to this top anti-tank unit but he told me he deserves no credit serving with them...it just ended up he was with them. He and his brothers were the first to attend college. The G.I. bill paid for the education of returning soldiers so Dad got his college degree. He got his PhD at Columbia University in Economics. For me right now at this moment my father seeing me through this horror show that should never have been and the toll it took on him as well....I can't express my gratitude, thanks and love enough.
p.s. He is 83 and I am 45 and 3/4 generation wise -- he is very closed mouth and I knew so little about his experience and being an artist I wear my soul on the outside instead of skin...much more like this very young generation of bloggers but years ago I named it "globalisation of my privatization".
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