tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post1035398512460456038..comments2024-02-01T13:07:47.576-06:00Comments on Linda Rodriguez Writes: For Dad on Father’s DayLinda Rodriguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-16405119822836204352013-06-19T08:17:54.278-05:002013-06-19T08:17:54.278-05:00Wonderful memories, Reine! You should think of wri...Wonderful memories, Reine! You should think of writing a memoir.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-60841300515881692092013-06-19T04:47:57.995-05:002013-06-19T04:47:57.995-05:00Afterwards we'd go sit at the kitchen table an...Afterwards we'd go sit at the kitchen table and play cribbage. He'd tell stories that he'd make up about things that happened when he was in other countries. They were always funny but had some kind of lesson in them or were designed to see if I could recognize someone giving me a line... always funny though. On Saturdays he'd take me to Faneuil Hall market where we would shop. He always pointed out the huge brass kettle with steam coming out of the spout. His father had hung it over the tea company door. There is a Starbucks there now. And no steam was coming out of the spout the last time I was there. Crispus Attucks was killed a few feet away. The place where the Franklin printing press had been was around the corner. We ate at the old restaurant called Durgin Park where my great-grandparents ate and where my great-grandfather drank at the bar downstairs before he walked down the hill to the wharf. He wanted to take the boat home. Instead he fell in the water and drowned. My Boston ghosts. A few.Maureen Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03499876353651763590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-37119920391789318002013-06-17T23:06:25.949-05:002013-06-17T23:06:25.949-05:00Sounds like a fabulous grandfather, Reine. xoxoxoSounds like a fabulous grandfather, Reine. xoxoxoLinda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-57032867443795178382013-06-17T22:06:49.503-05:002013-06-17T22:06:49.503-05:00Indeed. I should have mentioned my grandfather. I ...Indeed. I should have mentioned my grandfather. I was a teenager when he became the first person in my life to tell me to do my homework. Then he sat at the dining room table with me reading the Boston Globe and ready to help.Maureen Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03499876353651763590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-25804508009351223842013-06-17T10:31:39.819-05:002013-06-17T10:31:39.819-05:00Yes, Deb, he was! And I think we need to remember ...Yes, Deb, he was! And I think we need to remember and recognize the guys who took/take on other men's children--and the problems those men caused--and love and raise those kids, trying to heal the damage they didn't cause.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-50248129040748349072013-06-17T09:10:21.625-05:002013-06-17T09:10:21.625-05:00I wanted to respond yesterday but was too teary-ey...I wanted to respond yesterday but was too teary-eyed to manage it. Your story is proof that there are heroes everywhere, and most of them are NOT Nobel Peace Prize winners - they are ordinary people who persist in doing what they know is the right thing to do, even if it isn't easy. What a wonderful Dad!Deb Romanonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-39653466257536205912013-06-16T16:05:18.679-05:002013-06-16T16:05:18.679-05:00Oh, Lil, you're so very kind! Glad you liked i...Oh, Lil, you're so very kind! Glad you liked it.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-17496378877131459282013-06-16T14:06:15.907-05:002013-06-16T14:06:15.907-05:00You do it very time-touch the heart, and bring tea...You do it very time-touch the heart, and bring tears to eyes.lil Glucksternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288522126331817172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-21802049046573932202013-06-16T06:49:36.110-05:002013-06-16T06:49:36.110-05:00You, too, Reine! xo
You, too, Reine! xo<br />Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-58857653537147361542013-06-16T06:37:48.177-05:002013-06-16T06:37:48.177-05:00xoxoMaureen Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03499876353651763590noreply@blogger.com