Exactly 12 years ago today, February 22nd, my father passed away after a long struggle with Parkinson’s Disease. He was 72. It’s an awful disease b/c it’s long and drawn out and one’s body slowly loses muscle control and memory. He was a fighter all his life and even fought the medications prescribed to him — going on and off them throughout his battle and ultimately giving up. Didn’t make it easy for my mom and me to help him along the way but I guess in retrospect, I can’t imagine him doing it any other way. I say that b/c I am clearly a product of him. I wish I had more of my mom in me (she is easy going, laid back, non-confrontational and mellow) but I’m hard wired like he was — stubborn, a perfectionist, a stickler for being on-time, all the time, and always moving….with a little bit of my mom thrown in there for good measure. Right, mom?
Dad was born in Glassport, PA (outside of Pittsburgh) in 1924….spent time there before going to Mercersburg Academy (a boarding school and also my alma mater) for high school, graduated in 1943, then to Duke for undergrad and some summer studies at Columbia. He served a couple years in WWII and then following that worked overseas, ultimately meeting my mom in Manila in 1956 when he was in his early 30s doing geophysics.
So I just wanted to post some fun photos I have of him which I scanned in last month. My mom and I have been scanning very old images to preserve them. My dad was a photo hobbyist with moving film as well as stills so there are A LOT of images of us growing up, my mom, and even himself. This is what spurred my own interest when I was a kid. I shot on 110, 126, disk and eventually 35mm. How crazy is that?!
Anyway, he was a hottie. Really great hollywood-good-looks and he and my mom made quiet a pair so I don’t know what happened to me.
yeah, he seemed to like the pretty ladies.
This must have been his passport photo. He had awesome, hazel eyes.
In the outer banks of NC EVERY summer. Note he is wearing MY hat.
I took this photo of him when I was studying photography and printing my own work in 1996 — about one year before he passed away. I love this photo of him. He has a TINY smirk on his face. He was a very serious and stern man but had a very understated and witty side and this smirk popped thru every so often. You really had to be listening to ‘get’ his humor.
He and my mom when she was prego with my brother in 1957.