My dad passed away in 1972 when I was 5. About 8 yrs ago, my mother passed away, as we found boxes of old stuff, I found his funeral guest book. It had almost 500 signatures! It kinda blew me away as never really thought of that from a perspective. I’d always heard stories of him being a great guy, but that supported it!
What cool thing did u learn about ur dad long after he passed away?
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My dad passed away in 1972 when I was 5. About 8 yrs ago, my mother passed away, as we found boxes of old stuff, I found his funeral guest book. It had almost 500 signatures! It kinda blew me away as never really thought of that from a perspective. I’d always heard stories of him being a great guy, but that supported it!
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Ran an import/export business out of Mexico, got detained by authorities and got the guantanamo treatment lmao (He’s the most white bread male)
Clearing out his attic and found a bunch of old photos of him with various hot girls when he was younger. He had never mentioned any of them.
I learned he used to have a mustache… that’s cool, right?
I found out my grandfather was a serious conspiracy theorist. Stupid stuff like holocaust denial. The cool thing I found out about my dad was that he didn’t accept that rubbish. Because of this, critical thinking was a big part of my upbringing.
My Dad spoke perfect German-so much so the Army used him as a translator in WW II. He never mentioned it my whole life.
When his grandkids went to kindergarten, he volunteered at them. When they moved on to school, he continued volunteering in the kindergartens. He read to children, made wooden toys, and did maintenance. He never mentioned it, just telling my Mum he was going to the library. He also read to kids at the library. We found out that over half the kids in town called him Grandad John.
His funeral was outdoors in the cemetery. Hundreds of seats were filled, with hundreds more standing. Maybe 1000 people came. Mum was shocked. There is a bench outside the library with his name on it. The library shelves still have little cards with reviews he wrote for books for people of all ages.
He had the fastest Ford in his neighborhood in his day.
That he failed to win a judo tournament (local) twice when he was younger.
The pain it caused him was the reason he didn’t want me join.
Not after he passed but found out after I moved across the country that he drove stock cars and worked on them before he met mother.
If I had known that in highschool we probably could have bonded over it. Oh well.
Not long after, but at his wake I was astounded to see an outpouring of sympathy and support from people he worked with over the years. About two dozen workers in their union shirts came to his wake, even though he represented the company in union bargaining. He was fair, compassionate and quietly bad ass. I thought he had no friends once we moved to the US, but it turned out he just got his social needs met at work and never talked about work at home. It was pretty mindblowing. Also heard lots of fun stories about him growing up during the Troubles in Ireland but I’ll keep those gems to myself 🙂
I have a half brother.