My father (I always called him Pop), was a real character. Some of his antics, to this day, I find unbelievable. Once, when he was in his 60's, he decided he wanted to visit his daughter (my sister), who lived 123 miles away. So he hopped on his bicycle and rode there taking Interstate 95. He stayed there overnight then rode back home, traveling another 123 miles by bicycle.
During their senior years together, my mother was on oxygen and didn't have much energy. So Pop decided he'd help her out by cleaning the linoleum kitchen floor. He scoured it clean with cleanser. This resulted in a dull, gritty coating on the floor. To remedy that he sprayed the whole floor with silicone spray. Yes, yes, I agree... nobody in their right mind would ever think of doing such a thing. Mom was not aware of what Pop had done. She entered the kitchen wearing her terry cloth slippers and slid across the kitchen to the basement door, then took a tumble down the whole flight of steps. An ambulance was called. She fortunately escaped with just bruising, and nothing broken.
I often saw Pop as behaving like a cartoon character. I even drew a few cartoons to tell about some of his stories. Of course there are many more harrowing tales to tell... but I find cartooning a laborious task, and only drew these few.
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During their senior years together, my mother was on oxygen and didn't have much energy. So Pop decided he'd help her out by cleaning the linoleum kitchen floor. He scoured it clean with cleanser. This resulted in a dull, gritty coating on the floor. To remedy that he sprayed the whole floor with silicone spray. Yes, yes, I agree... nobody in their right mind would ever think of doing such a thing. Mom was not aware of what Pop had done. She entered the kitchen wearing her terry cloth slippers and slid across the kitchen to the basement door, then took a tumble down the whole flight of steps. An ambulance was called. She fortunately escaped with just bruising, and nothing broken.
I often saw Pop as behaving like a cartoon character. I even drew a few cartoons to tell about some of his stories. Of course there are many more harrowing tales to tell... but I find cartooning a laborious task, and only drew these few.
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