As a child my father worked for the Government, infact He was a manager of a Social Security Office when he retired. Anyway everytime he would get a promotion we would have to move to a new place. I moved allot when I was very young! We finally settled down during the summer when I was between 5th and 6 th grade. I soon made good friends and one of my best friends, well his father was an industrial artist, and also done photography, he actually made the part catalogs for Sears garden tractors and lawn mowers. Anyway he is the one that taught me photography and film processing and printing. He knew my father was an alcoholic and very abusive, and so he kind of took me in as his second son! They lived just a few houses down from me and I spent more time at their house than I did at my own. His bussiness was in his basment, with drafting tables everywhere and a fully equipped Dark room and a studio to photograph lawn mowers and all their parts! It was heaven to me, he taught me so much, and that is how I got into Photography in the Air Force, I already knew all about
it and I took a by pass test to get into it in the AF. Anyway I honestly believe it was because of him and the family values that they had and instilled in me that I am who I am today! The man was the Father that I never really had! He was a very good man! After I graduated from high school and I joined the AF my father got another promotion and my parents moved to another place so everytime I would go home on leave while I was in the miltary I would go to my friends parent house and visit and sometime stay, My father could never understand why I never wanted to stay with them very long when I was on leave, my mother knew though, and she always knew why I wanted to got visit my friends father, it was hard for me because I was torn, I had a mother that lived one place and a man that was more like a father to me that lived some where else. Anyway he passed away some years ago, in fact it was shortly after my mothers passing, and I cried like a baby at both their funerals. He was a good man and I still miss him. My real father is also gone now, you know I never did cry at his passing!
Thanks for the post Chutzie, it has been a bitter sweet stroll down memory lane!
I'm Retired USAF, went back to school and became an RN, and now am on ful disalbility!
Degenerative Disc (affecting mostly the thorasic disc but all levels involved), C6/7 laminectomy/diskectomy& fusion, Osteoarthritis, Ulcerative colitis, Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Complex Sleep Apnea, and host of other things to spice up my life!(NOT!)
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