I can never walk into the lumber section of a big box hardware store without thinking of my dad, mainly because the aroma of aftershave and sawdust call to mind so many of my fondest childhood memories.
One of my favorite bonds has been related to music and singing. It started at a very early age. My parents tell a story of a time when dad was…
My father passed away in 2012. He was young and healthy. His death was sudden and totally unexpected. His absence left a huge hole in my life and our family…
It seems that for most of my life, I’ve had to fight for things, and this stems from my father. He stood for what was right for three hearing impaired children in a public school.
My Dad, Herbert Holland, went to work at the Viscose in Parkersburg, West Virginia in February of 1942. The company manufactured rayon and employed about three-thousand people during World War II. I was very happy Dad got the job.
If all we need to do, as “good men”, is something, then, how much more does it take for us to become ‘great’ men?
I don’t know if my Dad liked baseball all that much, but I know he loved me.
My fondest memories as a boy were when my dad would take time in the evenings to play
baseball with us. And yours?