In 2016, my brothers and I celebrated the anniversary of our father’s 100th birthday. My father (Daddy Roger) was one of the smartest and kindest people I’ve ever met. He often quoted Shakespeare, could solve any math problem and wrote wonderful, amusing letters. He was fascinated by the stars in the sky and by space exploration. He played 12 musical instruments by ear and entertained us many times picking the guitar and playing the mouth harp. However, he could not carry a tune and that is one trait he passed along to me. My mother even once told me while I was singing a hymn in church that I sung like my father and I’m sure that was not a compliment on either of our voices.
He taught all of us to be interested in politics. I don’t think any of his six children have ever failed to vote in an election. I recall him always reading the Richmond Times-Dispatch and the Reader’s Digest.
He turned down a college scholarship because he didn’t want to leave his hometown girlfriend who later became our mother. Our parents were married for forty years and died just four months apart. I have no doubt that my mother died of a broken heart following the loss of her “boyfriend”.
Never once did he give me, his only daughter, any inclination that girls were in any way inferior. He assumed I would go to college and enjoy a successful career. Okay, so he did once tell me he didn’t want me to have any children because he didn’t want me to go through the pain of childbirth. He assured me that with five brothers, the sisters-in-law could provide all the grandchildren he needed! I solved this by marrying someone who already had two children.
As I wrote last year, Mother’s Day can never be neglected. Father’s Day does not often get the same attention. This is a good time for all to remember and to thank our fathers for all that they did to enrich our lives.
Julia Shell Aguilar