In Honor of Father’s Day
by Lynn Daniels on Sunday, June 19, 2005 at 2:05 pm
I mentioned this over at Suzanne’s blog, and it occurred to me that I should post something about it here, since it is Father’s Day and all.
My grandfather passed in 1977. I was pretty darn young at the time, and there’s so much about him I never knew. Like the fact he was a poet. I knew he was a musician, but never knew about his poetry. Apparently, he’d made an offhand comment one day about his poetry being immortalized on a plaque. Three years ago, my father did just that. I’m not sure what possessed him to do it after so many years, but I’m grateful he did. Two plaques with my grandfather’s poetry now hang in a place of honor in my bedroom, and I’ll treasure them always.
This is one of the plaques, a poem entitled “Lacknalooha,” which my father said is about the walk up to my grandfather’s grandparents’ home in Ireland. This poem was also recited at my aunt’s memorial service in 2002, and is printed in the little program from that service. I stop and read this poem every day, picture it in my head, and wish I could see it for real.
This is for you, Grandpa. I miss you.
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What a wonderful heritage! And you have a great new blog, Lynn!
Awww..He sounds like a neat guy.
Lynn,
VERY nice tribute.
Hugs,
Tanya:
Oh, this is a wonderful tribute to your grandfather, and the heritage he left behind.
That was a great tribute, Lynn. I lost my grandfather close to 15 years ago. He was the funniest man I’d ever been around. He loved all his grandchildren…gave us all our own nicknames. I won’t tell you mine…I’m still shaking my head, wondering why he chose it.:shrug:
I only recently lost my grandfather, a man I adored. What a wonderful tribute!
Thanks everybody, for the comments on the tribute to my grandfather. I do wish my grandfather had been here to see these plaques. He’d have loved them.
He really was a great man. He lived with us from the time I was three years old until his death. When I was about 8 and living in Dallas, Texas, every kid in the neighborhood called him Grandpa. He spent a lot of time playing with my brother, sister and me, and even gave me my first piano lessons. I often wonder what he would think of the way his grandchildren turned out.
What a great tribute to your Grandfather on Fathers Day, Lynn! That is so awesome. The plaque looks GORGEOUS!
Thanks, Kat. And the plaques really do look better IRL.