It is been an extremely difficult experience to recollect in vivid clarity my father and the ability to tell his stories, which in turn lead to my story. So to start off I will read a direct quote from my grandmother (my fathers mother ) telling his story from our family genealogy album and then I’ll try my best to fill in the blanks.
My Dad was born in a small town on the outskirts of Philadelphia Pennsylvania on March 28th 1954. His parents had lived on a small town road until shortly after a younger brother, Randy was born in 1955. The family then moved to a busier neighborhood in town. My Dad and his brother Randy went to the same elementary school I later went to. They did a lot of things together as young boys, since they were so close in age. My Dad also had an older brother Terry though he spent more time apart from them doing his own thing. A small wooded Park was one of the places they would go after they packed a picnic lunch, and then they would play there all day. Later, when they were older, they would go there again very early in the mornings before school to check the trap lines they set along the park’s creek. Trapping muskrats paid $2.50 to $5.00 per animal. They would have 50 trap lines set at any given time and used the more humane “Conibear” traps, which would kill the animal instantly so it wouldn’t suffer in the trap.
My Dad was anxious to go to work, so even though he wasn’t old enough to go to work, he lied about his age and got a job at a local steel foundry. His boss found out about his age and was ready to let him go, but instead allowed him to stay there as a sweeper. He graduated from high school top 10 in his class but like his father Leeroy, the drink and the drug were in full swing. He continue to work at a local steel foundry for 11 years and earned enough money to buy a yellow Corvette (later painted black (76 stingray, I remember it was the greatest ride on my block when i was a kid) as well as a chevelle a harley-davidson chopper and anything he could turn a wrench on, he was a natural car mechanic.. He learned from his father.Later my dad purchased an apartment house and his brother Randy was one of those tenants at some point. (I remember sneaking up to his apartment to play burger time on his coleco vision game system (fuck you x box!).. He married my mother in 1976 while pregnant with me (of course.)
If I had to guess I don’t think my father ever really wanted to get married but he knocked my mother up and at the time that was the expected thing to do at that time. My dad continued to cheat on my mother and I don’t know if it bothered him at the time but I know in later years he truly had regret for it. but I think at least at this point in time for the most part they were at least in love happy and had hopes for the future. I remembered my Dad telling me this was the song they danced to at their prom, it now seems to be a good place to put it.