Saturday Night Genealogy Fun -- Your Most Vivid Memory of Your Father

Calling all Genea-Musings Fans:

It's Saturday Night again -

time for some more Genealogy Fun!!

Our assignment from Randy Seaver of Genea-Musings is to:

1)  It is Father's Day in the USA on Sunday, so let's talk about our fathers.

2)  What is your most vivid memory of your father?

Here’s mine:
William Joseph Hork (1930-2005), was a hard-working man, who also enjoyed being with his wife and his children. He worked in the produce department of grocery stores, getting up early so that the produce was all ready by the time the store was opened. That was in the days when the cold produce was put back into the cooler overnight. He was always so careful to trim the produce to look nice. Sometimes, he brought home the rejects. One summer it was strawberries and we ate strawberry jam for a full school year.

Because he worked weekends most of the time we were going up, we did not see him much. We were sent out to play but sometimes once he got home, we would sit with him in the living room while he watched sports on TV. He liked all sports but mostly baseball, football, and golf. He rooted for the San Francisco Giants, the Oakland Raiders (until they moved to LA), and the San Francisco 49ers (after the Raider’s move). The timing of the switch was fortuitous, as the 49ers were super teams during those years.

Some memories of Dad and sports. He tried one Tuesday (his day off) to take us to a Giants game at Candlestick Park. He took my brother and me out of school. It started raining, and as we were approaching the toll plaza of the Oakland-San Francisco Bay Bridge, the game was called and we had to turn back. We did get to use the raincheck and go later in the summer.

I talked him into taking me to a Giants game when I was in high school. Silly me. I had been working during the summer at the school library and wore only a T-shirt and shorts. When we got to the game, of course, it was the typical cold and foggy night at Candlestick Park. I was freezing, but he let me wear his jacket.

Another time, he took us (four older kids) out of school early when it was raining at home but snowing on Mt. Diablo so we could play in the snow. Oh, what fun that was.

All these memories are only in my head. We did not take lots of photos like people do today, so our memories are all we have. It is good to get them down on “paper” so they do not fade away.

Here’s a shot of my dad being silly on an Easter Sunday after we had taken a more formal shot out in our backyard.

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