Furnace

The oil burner was a huge flame-spewing monster - or at least that¹s how it looked to a 6 year old! My dad would cross the 3 foot sand-filled mote surrounding it to crawl inside this beast with scrapers and long thin brushes to clean out all the old oil sludge.

Trimming the Bushes

My brothers and I getting a lesson from dad on how to trim a bush.

It's not that dads today don't work hard and long hours, because they surely do. But 'back in the day' they just didn't have as many gadgets to make the job easier or safer.

Think of our dads the next time you get out your electric or gas edger, leaf blower, string trimmer & ride-on mower to do a large yard. My dad's edger was a wooden handled hand edger that he hand-sharpened and oiled. And twice a year he would edge to perfection about 2000 plus feet of flowerbeds. His mower was a walk behind that he meticulously maintained after each cutting. The leaf raking in the fall involved he, myself and my two brothers raking leaves into a huge canvas drop cloth then carrying and dumping it into a burn pile, and later (burn bans!) to the curb for city pick up. (My dad was the first on the block to buy a leaf blower & weed whacker when they first came out.)

As a little kid what I remember as the two scariest contraptions he had to deal with were the incinerators and the massive oil-burning furnace. Both involved fire. There were 6 incinerators. Each of the 36 units had a small door to drop trash down which all piled up into one large "fireplace" with a thick cast iron door in the basements. (No aerosol cans please!) He would light them, adjust the vents on the door, and let them burn awhile. Then flip the heavy iron grate and dump the ashes and debris into the bottom chamber and shovel it into metal trash cans to then haul outside. Often spray cans exploded. (one time with enough force to blow the cast iron door off its hinges!). Or a paper bag full of trash would get stuck in the chimney chute and catch fire. Thick smoke would pour out everywhere until he used a shovel handle to unclog the chute from below - or went up to the 3rd floor to drop a brick on a rope to push the burning clog down. Try this 4-5 times a week!

My dad was the most patient and generous person I've ever known. He used to collect broken items - from lamps to furniture to TV sets. He was a perfectionist who would take them apart to refurbish each piece, then put them back together like brand new. His workshop became known as "George's Nearly New Shop" where relatives and friends regularly went "shopping". Sometimes my dad would sell the items, but more often he would just give them away to whoever needed them.

My dad was a man of few words but he set an example everyday by the way he lived his life. He worked hard to provide for his family, we weren't rich, but we never went without. He was very enterprising and always found a way. Like when he was first married he couldn't afford to buy my mom roses (her favorite flower), so instead he planted a garden of rose bushes. Every summer evening after working around the yard he would stop & cut her some roses from the never-ending supply he grew himself.

Dad also believed in laughing, having fun and enjoying life and would always find time and spend his hard-earned money freely to enjoy a day or night out with family and his many friends.

As the youngest  and only girl - I was definitely "Daddy's little girl". I spent my childhood as his "helper" following him around and handing him tools. Little did I know then the valuable lessons I was learning that would stay with me forever. Dad taught me to work hard, be persistent, always take care of your tools (no matter what line of work you were in!) and to treat others with generosity and respect. He was a great dad to me & my brothers and a devoted husband who cared for my mom at home until the moment she passed away.

So... here's to my dad, and ALL the amazing dads who risked life and limb battling old appliances and other hazards that were all in a day's work back then - thank you for doing ALL you did to love and provide for your families. Most of all, thank you for being my dad.
I love you and cherish every memory.