Perhaps the best way for me to describe Dad is to tell about him like a photograph. Photographs are the best way to show something that is beautiful and dad was beautiful. Picture if you will (sounds like the twilight zone) a beautiful couple. The man has thick dark hair, one green eye and one brown eye, and is incredibly handsome. The beautiful woman has dark hair and dark brown eyes. They were married for several years before they welcomed the birth of their first child – a baby boy as beautiful as they were. He had deep dimples – one in each cheek, dark brown eyes, thick curly dark hair, and a round little face. He was a good natured baby and slept more than he stayed awake. When the woman (my grandmother) took him out in his buggy, people stopped her to comment on her beautiful baby.
We will call the baby Jack, the mother Ada, and the father Roy (not their real names). By the time Jack was four years old he climbed the fire escape to the roof of his apartment building and had to be rescued by the fire department. He lit a fire in the lot next door to their apartment building and was reprimanded by that same fire department. He was a joyous handful—beautiful and well loved. He was very bright. He loved to take everything apart and soon learned out to put everything back together.
When Jack was seven, Ada and Roy had a baby daughter who was just a beautiful as her brother. Jack adored his sister, and he quickly learned that he could tease her to tears. She became the victim of many pranks. He didn’t know when to stop. His pranks were nearly always taken too far. Ada didn’t get mad at Jack when he teased. She had a soft spot for Jack that knew no bounds. Perhaps she, as his mother, knew something was not quite right with him. In Jack’s day mental illness was seldom treated and when it was the family was ostracized. Many people underwent shock therapy and/or lobotomies during these years.
Jack grew into an adolescent. He hated the gap in between his front teeth. In those days, braces were uncommon. He didn’t realize the gap made him look like a more handsome version of Omar Sharif. He loved to swim, and he did back flips off the diving board. One day he hit his head on the board and split it open. He said the pool was red with blood. Even though there was a polio epidemic, he wouldn’t stay out of the neighborhood swimming pool. One summer when Ada went to visit her parents, she got a phone call from Roy. He told her that Jack had polio. She cut her trip short and hurried home on the train with her young daughter. Jack made a complete recovery although at times he did suffer joint pain.
Jack had a hound dog named Prince. He said it was the best dog he ever had. Jack loved to hear Prince bay. Prince loved porcupines. He loved to flip them over and devour their soft bellies. Jack would dutifully remove the quills from his beloved pet. Years later, after Prince had died, he said that sometimes when he was resting on his bed, he could still feel Prince come up under his hand as it dangled over the side of the bed. Jack was a natural with animals and most animals loved him.
Roy owned a car lot and Jack couldn’t stay away from the cars. On night he was arrested for reckless driving. Roy wanted to leave him in jail for the night, but Ada wouldn’t let that happen. She went and bailed him out. He was her darling, a much loved son who she couldn’t bare to see suffer. Jack would get really tan in the summer and wear brightly colored satin shirts which made him look quite Mexican even though he was Irish. He grew in stature and good looks and resembled both George Clooney who wasn’t anyone in Jack’s time and Omar Sharif who was. Jack’s laugh was rich, deep, and easy. He was smart enough and charming enough to sell Obama’s health care plan to even the most devout republican. He was the definition of charisma.
Jack was a genius, he should have gone to college, but he struggled with authority. He felt he was smarter than everyone around him – and he was probably right. Instead he built model airplanes and played with cars and anything else with parts. His hands were sure and steady. He could have been a surgeon, but instead he didn’t do anything. When he was still charming and golden he met my mother (we will call her Carolyn). He said of that day, “She was the most beautiful woman, I ever saw.” He added, “You are pretty, but not as pretty as your mother. “She was all silver “(even though she was wearing a black dress). He loved dating her. She was so tiny in comparison to him. He was average height and slender, but she made him look huge. He would call and ask her what color she was wearing, and then go get a car to match from Roy’s car lot. He absolutely adored her.
Three months later they were married in his parents’ living room. Carolyn loved Ada. She missed her own mother so much, and Ada was more than willing to take Carolyn under her wing. It was a whirlwind romance into what they thought was their happily every after. Carolyn said that Jack wanted to have a house full of little girls who all looked like their mother. They were both happier than they had ever been.
