My dad was the youngest of 8 children. His dad was killed
in a hunting accident when he was 6 months old so he grew up never knowing his dad, listening to stories
from other people and never having a role model.
He was deaf in one ear. The doctor removed his adenoids when
he was young to correct it nut it didn’t He ran a concession booth in Cobourg
on summer when he was young. He couldn’t get into the air force during the war.
The doctor found out he was deaf. He got into the army though. They had the
same tests. He just turned his head slightly. The war was pretty much over by
the time he got over seas. Someone slapped him on the back and he went face
first over the cliffs of Dover and broke his nose.
After the war he went to Sunnybrook. The doctor put drops
in his good ear to freeze the nerves. When he stood up his balance was all off
and the doctor realized he had no nerves in one ear.
The army paid for him to become a pharmacist. He had a
store by the old Sunbeam place on Islington in Toronto. He built a cottage
during that time. We spent half the summer there while it was being built. We were
there almost every other week. He went on to own a medical supply company, work
for others but finally worked for Woolco for some 25 years, first in Collingwood
then in Orillia. He offered a 10% discount to seniors before it was
fashionable.
He stopped living after mom passed away and died 5 years
later. She meant everything to him. They’d done some test years earlier and I
remember the comment their answers were the most compatible that he’d seen.
He died with all four sons by his side. He idolized all
his grandchildren.
No one ever told him what to do. He built the cottage to
leave something to his sons. It sold for roughly 5 times what it cost him.
Dad, you did good.
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