FATHER’S DAY

FATHER’S DAYThe photo is of my brother August (Augie) and my dad William (Willie) they are together in the photo and are together again, my brother passed in 2003 at the age of 57, he was also a wonderful dad.

There are many ways we remember our fathers. My dad was a quiet man who along with my mom raised six children, five girls, and one boy. My oldest sister born in 1939 my youngest sister in 1958. Life was not easy for my parents, yet they managed to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table and made sure we all attended school. My dad was a truck driver, my mom a homemaker. I used to think she didn’t work, boy was I wrong. What we did have an abundance of in our home were love and guidance. My parents were not educated beyond the eighth or ninth grade but had many talents. Daddy could fix or build anything from painting to building a house and my mom who was of Italian decent (Neopolitan) was a great cook and baker.

Today, however, we are celebrating Father’s Day and although my dad passed at a relatively young age (67) he left a legacy of love, respect, honesty, joy, loyalty, unity, and fun. I have dedicated the following for him on this special day and know that he is smiling down upon us all. Happy Father’s Day daddy, you may not be here but will never be forgotten. We will always remember.

DAD                                                                                                                                                            By: Patricia Kruck-Salamone  PATTI (2)

A quiet man but very wise, hair like silver and gray-blue eyes.

His stature small but very strong, he taught us all right from wrong.

He labored hard throughout the years, this quiet man shed so few tears.

Through all the hard times he stood tall, working and teaching and loving us all.

He taught us to hold our heads up high and do our very best, to think for ourselves not follow the rest.

He never complained that his life was tough, he never complained about not having enough.

He made me feel safe and happy and free, he made me feel I’d be all I could be.

If I could just see him one more time, I’d say “Dad you did great we all turned out fine.”

With much love from your third daughter Patti. xoxo

IN HONOR OF ALL MEN AND WOMEN WHO HAVE FOUGHT FOR OUR FREEDOM

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FREEDOM

They go by air and by sea to a foreign land

The heat and the dust burns their skin

They go not to fight but to lend a hand

In their hearts they carry freedom on their shoulders

They carry weapons in their eyes you can see honor

They leave behind their wives, husbands, children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters,

Aunts, uncles, cousins, girlfriends, boyfriends, the safety of their home, their jobs, home

cooked meals, holidays with their family and friends, seeing the birth of their children.

They follow in the foot steps of their ancestors before them, many will not return, but

they will persevere and in the end their honor and bravery, and the freedom they carry in

their hearts will rise up. The ones that have gone before them and have not returned are

there beside them shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart reminding them that freedom is not

free. So this holiday season when you are celebrating with family and friends doing the

things you are free to do, in your heart honor the men and women who have

made that possible for you.