Here we have a picture of Dad looking at the mortgage payment book. He is standing in the kitchen at 2832 W 40th Place in Chicago. Everything about this kitchen says "dad." He made the cabinets you see out of knotty pine. The tile on the walls were laid by him. The sink was installed by him and my Uncle John. Not too long after this picture was taken he built a cabinet that stood against the wall right where he was standing. The tile on the floor, the green masonite ceiling, quite stylish at the time was all installed by him. The lights (which I was never too fond of) were flourescent built ins that he installed. He got them from an office building that was being demolished. You could pay twenty five dollars and take whatevery you wanted out of it.
Dad was an simple man. He had a hard time expressing emotion. But he cared for his family and did his best to make sure we were comfortable. I sure do miss him. He died in February 2008. 2008 was quite a year. I lost him, my wife's car died and in the same week that happened I got laid off of my job. My dad worked at one place for over twenty years, was appreciated and received a pension. Things were different then. God bless you Dad, an ordinary, simple man who found great joy in working with your hands either using the saw and hammer or in your garden where you grew one pound tomatoes and radishes you had to take a chain saw to to eat. I miss you...
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