HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all dads out there. Despite all the men-bashing jokes we love you guys to pieces! My family wasn’t a huggy-huggy family but I had no doubt that my dad loved me with all his heart. He did the best he could to take care of his family while dealing with his share of health issues.
My father-in-law was a dear man, albeit a very outspoken one. He left no doubt where he stood on anything! He, Noah, had a café in Wichita, Kansas across from the Cudahy meat packing plant in the early 1920’s. The info is scarce, but he had fast-food before fast-food was cool. The menu consisted mainly of hamburgers, hot dogs, chili, and that sort of thing, at his lunch-only café.
To say I did not know my way around a kitchen as a young bride is putting it mildly (I still don’t). One day I was slicing some onions for something he was fixing. He told me to cut them thin. I thought I did. He said, “Expletives, you call that thin?” It didn’t hurt my feelings. I just laughed at him as he took the knife and sliced them himself. (I still remember it though.) I loved him dearly – crotchety old goat that he was.
To all the dads and prospective dads closest to me – Bob, Kraig, Dale, Shelby, Doug C., Doug J., Dave J.- I love you all and hope this is a good day for you – even if you do have to do the grilling yourself.