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Tribute to Dad

Our Dad, The Walter, as my brother and I always referred to when talking to each other about different events we went through with him. Dad never talked a lot but always had a smile for everyone. We were proud of what he accomplished in his life. He lost his mother at a very early age to TB and was basically on his own caring for his grandmother, as his Dad and brother were in the war. These were tough years for him as you can imagine, and he never liked to talk much about it. After the war he immigrated to Canada with but a few dollars in his pocket. He eventually hooked up with his brother. He started to work as a stone mason, met our mother and married. After a few years he went on to start his own business with brothers-in-law John & Nick. They built a successful business doing projects all over southern Ontario sometimes employing 100 people depending on the workload. As he was always busy, he made sure to make time for his Leafs on Saturday night, rarely missing a game. When he retired, he had to manage his sports timetable. He watched all the sporting events possible, many times watching the Leafs on television and listening to the Blue Jay game on his ear plugs. Time was always enjoyed at the cottage with family and friends. Fishing was a big part of the cottage, as well as the many trips with Jim, myself and various friends. The fish stories were plentiful as you can imagine. One that sticks in our minds was after a morning of fishing we had a big shore lunch. After the big feed, it was back to fishing and for some, a little napping. One time when Dad was sleeping with his pole and gear in hand, ready to pounce, he got what he thought was a bite, but we had cut his line. He sat back and tugged hard on his pole. As he was startled when he woke up, he set the hook and low and behold you know what happened. He had a few choice words and the rest of us were in tears. Horse racing with Jim and his brother, Jerry was also a passion, especially at Woodbine. Once he lost his leg at seventy-five, things slowed down a lot, but he still always had a smile and rarely complained about anything. He didnt want for much and food was a passion always. We will miss you Dad! You had a long and satisfying life.
Tuesday October 8, 2019 at 6:44 pm
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