Dad was easy-going. He liked to smoke a pipe—not cigarettes or cigars. A pipe was his thing. He also liked to play pool.
He liked to go to the Ward cafe. We lived across the street from it. He was always the one sitting there telling stories, making everyone else laugh. He had a brogue to his language his whole life, and I think it made him interesting to his friends who sat and talked to him.
One day my oldest son Chuck bet Hank, the owner of the cafe, a dime that my dad (his grandpa) could stand on his head. Hank was going to win, and Chuck was getting upset, so Dad came and stood on his head so Chuck wouldn't lose ten cents.
Dad also bought Chuck his first bicycle and taught him how to ride it.
Photos from Mary's photo album
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