Today I’m posting the prelude to a autobiography written by my father shortly before he was taken to an early grave by cancer. You are invited to read the complete book here.
Within the covers of this book is the fascinating story of a bashful, skinny, high school dropout. Pulled by financial distress into the occupation of his father, he took up the hawk and trowel, the major tools of a plasterer, to help lighten the money worries of his parents. Thus began his apprenticeship of living for others.
From my earliest memories, his was a life of hard work, and caring for the needs of those around him. As a self-educated man his intellectual pursuits carried him easily from Einstein to the Apostle Paul, from the Reader’s Digest to Bio-engineering. He could “rattle your cage” with a good joke or intrigue you with a discourse on Righteousness by Faith. He was an intensely private man who had trouble lying open his innermost feelings, but he became most eloquent with a pen and paper. He journalized his thoughts on the closest paper available ranging from the empty spaces on Church bulletins, used envelopes, brown paper bags, and paper towels to genuine notebook paper. In this biography, started shortly after his early retirement, he wrote and rewrote those experiences of his life that he wished to share with his family. When it became apparent that cancer would surely cut short his work on these pages, it’s completion became one of his driving compulsions, with his last editing being done one week before he died on June 18, 1986.
Throughout this story, the hawk, a tool of his trade, is given the wings of a bird that not only nurtures and feeds him and his family, but also carries him to a life of adventure and travel. At times facing life with all the wild abandon of his winged counterpart.
So, join the family on Dads lap for a view of life through one man’s eyes. Who knows, you may find some of your own genes mirrored herein.