Today is my Dad’s birthday. If he were alive he would be over 100 years old. He’s been gone a long time but my memories of him live on as vividly as if he were still here.
He was generally a homebody (and I wonder where I got that from). I don’t remember my parents traveling anywhere except for a very occasional day trip. It may have been money issues. He lived through the depression, working hard to survive.
On the other hand, my Dad’s father, my grandfather was the great wanderer. He emigrated from Germany in the 1890s but went back to visit occasionally.
My grandfather played the accordion and stories have it that he was a troubadour of sorts back there. Here he was a farmer. I don’t remember him much except for his bouncy walk but my brothers have stories of stealing homemade wine from the barn.
My Dad also played the accordion and would often play and sing songs just for me. I was the only daughter and we had a very special bond. He has been gone 57 years but in some ways it seems like yesterday.
This is the song he always sang for me and this one is for family!
Oh yes, he could dance like this too. Move over Fred Astaire!