Life in the Valley
Our valley home was a place for
family gatherings, and football games in the street. We kids decided
that we needed yard markers in the street to make the field "official"
and low and behold there was dad helping us measure and paint the yard
markers. Those yard markers were still there in 1991 when mom and dad
moved to Ventura.
Pool parties for family and friends were also
a major draw. When mom and dad were off at work, the kids would take
running leaps off of the roof into the pool. Luckily we all survived
that, and dad never found out.
Friends
Wherever
dad went, he made friends. It never ceased to amaze us kids. We would
walk into the plumbing store with him and everyone would give a hearty
welcome, smile and hello to Frank. The grocery store was the same, along
with the bike store and most of the folks in his Ventura condo. It
seemed to us that everyone loved dad. This was because dad loved life
and spread his smile and happiness to all those he met.
Dad
enjoyed our friends as much as we did. Dad loved to banter back and
forth with Mike's buddies Jim Brown, Jim Brady, Grant Webb and Larry
Fitzgerald. When they were young men with all the answers, they would
share with dad. He engaged them and smiled that smile that said "OK
we'll just have to wait and see".
There was nothing he enjoyed more than loading all the gear on board,
and setting off for a camping trip with the kids and their friends. We
camped in the Sierras, the desert Southwest, the Grand Canyon,
Yellowstone and the Northern Rockies.
Dad loved to give nick
names to our friends. He called Diane Eskridge "Dianeeeee!", and Jim
Yorke "James Tetanus Yorke" (not sure how he came up with that but we
all loved it).