This is me with my dad on Martha’s Vineyard. Notice how with most dads he’s letting his daughter crawl all over him. And notice too what a great seat a dads lap is.
My dad, at 6’2 was literally and figuratively someone I looked up to. He was born in Newark, NJ and became a police officer there. One of the memories of my dad is how handsome and proud he looked in his uniform. Part of his time in the police force he worked in the emergency squad, he loved helping people and was always good at it.
My mother grew up on Martha’s Vineyard and after his first trip to the Island my dad was hooked. Every summer my mom and I would head to MV the beginning of June and my dad would join us for the month of August. He seemed so happy and at home there… he did yard work, painted the house, cooked, read, went clamming and crabbing, relaxed, went to the beach… just simply enjoyed himself.
My parents made their last trip together to the Vineyard in 1975. My dad went back to MV a couple of times after my mother died but of course it wasn’t the same. Funny thing is that everytime I’m on Martha’s Vineyard I feel the closest to my dad and mom… I guess the spirit resides where it was the happiest.
Just to show that the sitting and climbing on dad thing is generational, or inborn or just a fun thing … here’s a picture of my husband Bob with Deb & Patty when they were little.