Though he never had a lesson, a coach, a tutor.. my Dad was the consummate showman. He could sing, dance, mime, play any instrument placed in his hands .. by ear. OH yes, he also knew how to fly a plane.
He passed away when I was sixteen going on seventeen. My sisters were fifteen and eleven. My mother, thirty-five. His death was sudden, we were traumatized. Somehow with the support of family, we survived, and eventually thrived.
We were a musical trio of sisters. Singing, playing instruments (flute, clarinet, oboe) .. I might add here, our talent was passed down from our Dad .. (Mother readily admitted she could not carry a tune in a bucket.) We learned how to harmonize to "perform" in our car on drives with our parents. I can still see Daddy smiling broadly as he watched in the rear view mirror .. barely able to contain his pride. Teresa Brewer, the Andrew Sisters, the McGuire Sisters influenced every nuance of our musical personas.
Today all these decades later, I remember him with love, respect, gratitude and enormous pride .. I am my father's daughter.
missing you today
thankful for the years we had
countless gifts you shared
