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This Day in My History


Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young,
Who loved thee so fondly as he?
He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,
And joined in thy innocent glee.

~ Margaret Courtney

Yesterday's Entries

2000: When You Care
 Behind the Scenes
2002:  Excuses, Excuses
2003:  Mirror, Mirror


Breakfast:  Some Kellog Berry cereal
Lunch: Shrimp tacos
Dinner:  Pork Adobo, Rice, Salad


The Elegant Gathering
of White Snows

by Kris Radish


Mystic River
(I keep meaning to watch it and so far haven't!)

Buy my stuff at Lulu!



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I'm working on this Kimba-person.  I think I'm starting to make some progress with her.  She doesn't seem to hate me nearly as much as she did the first couple of weeks.




20 June 2004

Any man can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a Dad.

It was 11 p.m. on April 25, 1966 when I was admitted to the labor room. In those days, Kaiser was not allowing fathers in the delivery room and the whole concept of fathers participating in the birth of their babies was fairly new (in fact, Dr. G was one of the pioneers during those years). Walt stayed with me until they took me to the delivery room, where Jeri was born fairly quickly, for a breech baby. It was 1:46 a.m., April 26, according to her birth certificate.

They took me to the recovery room and I expected Walt to be there, since they had told me in the delivery room that someone would tell him. At 3 a.m., I finally asked the nurse if anyone had told him of the baby’s birth. No one had. He was panicking, thinking something had gone wrong, while I was relaxing and having something to drink in the recovery room.

I was afraid that he’d be disappointed that his firstborn wasn’t a son. We had been speaking about "him" for months, calling "him" "Eletherius," so nobody would know that, boy or girl, the baby would be either Jerry or Jeri. But he was absolutely beaming. He hadn’t even seen his daughter yet and already he was in love with her.

TalkJeri.jpg (21768 bytes)Walt took to fatherhood the way a duck takes to water. He worshipped Jeri and they had a wonderful relationship

There have been many times through the years, when I read about the very special bond between daughters and fathers and watch the special bond between Jeri and Walt that I get a little wistful at what I missed. My father was a father; he never was a Dad.

Kids have always loved Walt. I guess it’s because he’s still a kid at heart, even at 64. When we would get together with our Newman friends, and all 22 kids, Walt would be the Dad down on all fours giving pony rides, or playing with blocks or in some other way interacting with the kids while the adults where chatting.

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He was active in the father’s club in the nursery schools, leading up the work crew, setting fire to Tiny Tots (but that’s another story...).  He went camping with 30 nursery school kids ("I want my Daddy!"  "What's your Daddy's name?" "Daddy!")  They raced to the door when he came home at night.  He carried them to bed each night, piggy back.

DAD.jpg (39056 bytes)As the kids got older, he was involved in everything they did. He absolutely loved being the Little League coach, the diving judge ("You count the sommersaults and I’ll count the turns"), the chaparone for all the school trips. He was at every game, every concert, every play, every back to school night.  He wore feathers in his head in Indian Guides.  He supervised (though didn't take over) making cars for Boy Scout car races. 

When the kids got involved with theatre, he learned how to build sets and could often be seen with a crew of munchkins all wielding hammers building the set for the next show.

We were at the first concert that Lawsuit gave, and almost every concert within driving distance throughout its 10 year history. Even when I didn’t feel like going, Walt would go. He loved listening to the kids, loved watching them perform.  He was so incredibly proud of their success.

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Dancing with David at a Lawsuit show

He even did his own stage dive at the memorial concert they did after David died. Tom and his friends dared him to do it. Paul had already arranged for Walt to come up and do a brief solo (he is not a singer, but this was a special concert). Tom suggested that after he finish his part, that he dive into the audience, and promised the he and his friends wouldn’t drop him. Nobody but Walt, Tom and Tom’s friends knew and it was the only time I ever saw Paul speechless on stage, as Walt dove off the stage into Tom’s waiting arms and was carried out to the cheers of the crowd. He was 56 at the time.

There is no Dad who is as passionately in love with his kids as Walt. David’s and Paul’s deaths broke his heart.

He was so incredibly happy and proud last year at Tom’s wedding. I loved watching him with the now adult sons...

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and especially watching him and Jeri, tears in their eyes, as they watched Tom and Laurel take their first dance.

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On this father’s day, I look back over the last 39 years and at the kind of father Walt has been--and continues to be today. He has given our kids unconditional love, boundless enthusiasm, constant support, and the very special relationship that only a father can give.

Happy Father’s Day, Dear. We all love you.


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Ned and Marta treated Walt to a Father's Day lunch at Chevy's,
on the river today.  I never realized how much like
Fidel Castro Walt looks, wearing Marta's hat!

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