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Every Sunday, at least every Sunday that my father was home, he woke us up by playing Mussorgsky’s “Pictures at an Exhibition” full force on his hi-fi stereo system. An Air Force pilot, he was often on assignment; but when he was home, “Pictures at an Exhibition” was the way to blast us out of bed and get us going! Probably,…
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I grew up surrounded by art. Not reproductions of famous paintings, but artwork created by my father. He was an Air Force pilot and art was one of his hobbies (he had many hobbies – a true Renaissance man of his generation). I’ve titled this post HeART and Soul because my father created his art with heart and soul. …
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My father loved his grandchildren fiercely. He was not the kind of grandfather that threw a football, played catch or coached his grandchildren’s sports teams. He was the kind of grandfather who read them stories, watched tv with them, taught them to cook and made them special treats, got down on the floor and created paintings with them getting…
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My father only had one biological son. I have heard a rumor over the years that pilots, more often than not, have daughters. It has something to do with G-forces and their (the pilots’) reproduction system. I don’t know if this is true or not because my best childhood friend’s father was also a pilot and he had 4…
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I’m not the only Daddy’s Girl in my family. I have two sisters. And a brother. But, I will always “feel” like I’m Daddy’s Girl.
As a military family, our family was often fractured because of frequent deployments. Called TDY (Temporary Duty) in Air Force parlance, my father was gone for months on end and once, he was gone for a year (during the Vietnam War). And, sometimes, “re-entry” into the family fold after a deployment was a balancing act – a balancing act for…
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