Dave W's
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Do you have any comments about
the relationship you had with the deceased?
My Father was born in 1896, in
Pembroke Mass. He was born with no left hand. This was an embarrassment to
other relatives. Back in those days, defects were blamed on VD and the like. My
Father not only had to live with and be embarrassed by his deformity, he had to
endure the prejudice about it as well. His sister told me in private that some
relatives wished that there could be a way to privately do away with him so he
would not be an embarrassment to the family.
He was a terrible alcoholic, Later toward the end of our relationship, after acquiring an understanding of his childhood I understood why.
I loved him from his toenails to the last hair on his head, but he was in so much deeply buried pain that he couldn't.
Truly be a father to me. I remember as a 10 year old, walking all the way home from a bar because I couldn't get him to leave. He couldn't help himself, felt guilty all the time, my Mother, Brother and I couldn't help but resent his behavior, and that made it worse.
I never told
him how much I loved him. If I only had the chance to do it over again, I'd
tell him, "I don't care if you stay drunk 24 / 7 Pop, I love you no matter what,
don't you ever forget that. It might have helped him.
Former occupation of
deceased:
My dad
was a songwriter. He wrote "Try a Little Tenderness", When The Reed Red Robbin
Comes Bob Bob Bobin' Along, Side by Side and a lot of other well known standard
tunes. Because of his deformity his folks wouldn't get him music lessons. He
taught himself to play the piano. His favorite keys were B, F#, and C#. These
have the black keys sticking up. He could play a stride bass using just his
left wrist.