I have many memories of playing with Dad. Here we are around 1955 or so...playing in the sandbox he built for me. It would later have an awning on top...and that awning would slide down poles at the side to protect the sand...probably from the neighborhood stray cats.
My Dad, Ernie, was the typical 1950s/60s suburban Dad. He was an electrical engineer by profession...and he would ride the bus to & from work so that Mom could have the family car for grocery shopping. We were quite middle class...I didn't have the latest clothes and we did not lead an extravagant lifestyle...but we took road trips for vacations & we knew we were loved.
Getting an education was very important in Dad's eyes. Once we started school, we had an encyclopedia in the basement...which we referred to quite often...no internet back then. Trips to the library were common, especially if we had a big report to write. Back then, the Parma schools rewarded "Straight A Students"...and you can bet I was one of them. During the last 6 week grading period of each year, if you got straight A's, you got a pair of tickets to a Cleveland Indian's game. Dad & I went every year while I was in elementary school. In Junior High, the stakes were raised to something like 7 or 8 pairs of tickets...boy did we have fun at those games. I made sure I got those tickets for him every year.
Dad was active in church, ran the Blood Drive, played baseball with a men's team after work...it was fun to tag along to watch him play. He bowled, played golf, and provided a good home for us. When Mom & Dad were married, he knew that my Grandma...Mom's Mom...would be moving in with them. Grandma lived with us until she passed away in 1961. Dad was a loving & giving family man...and I was definitely Daddy's Girl!!!