tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33490534.post8810348757382311021..comments2023-05-07T04:27:20.914-05:00Comments on anger management: A MILLION THANKS!!!!Eileen, Founder, Organizer, Mayor and Chief Cook And Bottle Washer of the Anger Management Girls.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719417162705603598noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33490534.post-34203392897458830692010-11-11T14:54:00.324-05:002010-11-11T14:54:00.324-05:00The only thing my dad ever told us was that the ni...The only thing my dad ever told us was that the night before he left, his parish priest, Fr. Gerhing took him and his best friends Ray Noone and Eddie Stack out to dinner. (I think they all left on the same day)<br />He wonders why he went ahead of his brother and cousin who were older than him. They eventually went, but he was the first in the family to go. <br />It is amazing what they went through as boys isn't it?<br />As I said before, my kids at that age wouldn't have been able to get themselves home from Oakland let along half way around the world. You father sounds like such a character!!Eileen, Founder, Organizer, Mayor and Chief Cook And Bottle Washer of the Anger Management Girls.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05719417162705603598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33490534.post-89650542810794729182010-11-11T14:38:38.321-05:002010-11-11T14:38:38.321-05:00You're messing with my mascara girl!
Thank you...You're messing with my mascara girl!<br />Thank you for this....I can't wait to share it with my dad. I'm sure he will know more stories to add to it. <br />Many times I wondered what my father felt like that day he got on the train and left his family at the station. He often said that his father didn't look at him as they said goodbye and he always felt bad about that. He told me about hearing all the other "boys" crying the first night in the barracks but he said he didn't cry...he said he couldn't see crying as making anything better. He said that if he thought crying would get him home, he would have cried harder than anyone. But, since it did no good--he just said his prayers and did his rosary. Leave it to my father! He probably went out and got stinking drunk the next night! <br />And, you know, I wondered what it felt like for my grandmother saying good bye to her son. I can't imagine. It was so hard back then--wasn't it? There was so much about their lives that today feel as though we could never endure. And, to think what we hear ourselves bitch about! <br />Once again---we may have to wait for you to blog but when you do--it's powerful and magnificent!<br />Onward!<br />JudiJudihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08014735777454955352noreply@blogger.com