Memories of My Father

 My story is about not just my father, but my grandfather and my uncle. These men had a great influence in my life.

   I remember growing up my father, along with my friends and their fathers, walking to Connie Mack Stadium at 21st Street and Lehigh Ave, to watch the Philadelphia Phillies Games. We had a great time whenever we went! My father also took me, my brother and a couple kids on our block to the park to play and then afterwards we would go to McDonald’s. We always had a good time!!!

   My grandfather taught me how to drive. Some Sundays when we used to go over to my great-grand mom’s house to visit along with the rest of the family, we would drive over to Hunting Park at Old York Road and Lycoming Avenue. Once we got inside the park area, he would teach me how to drive. This man had patience, because I knew at times I was messing up; as time went on, I got better at it. I thank him for that.

   My uncle didn’t have any biological kids, so he treated me like his very own son instead of his nephew. We would go to Phillies, Sixers and a few Eagles games (I don’t' like the Eagles), but that’s a story for a different time...LOL!!! ,We hung out quite a bit, especially bowling, we both loved doing that. He even helped me with my driving skills. Before I had a car of my own, he would rent me a vehicle from time to time. He was a cool dude!!!

   These 3 men, whom I loved very dearly, played a BIG part in my life. Although all three departed this earth - my father in 1995, my grandfather in 1999, and my uncle 2018 - I wish that I could go back in time to do it all over again. Their memories will ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART AND SOUL. I thank GOD for having them in my life!!!

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