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Beryl's Blog for Father's Day. This year (2007) is on June 17. Our webmasters thought some blogs on the subject of Father's Day may stimulate some family history data. So, here goes: with respect to my own father, Louis Weiner, my memory is very, very vague. Father died on November 11, 1940 at the age of 44. I was almost 9, in our front yard at the time it happened. Aunt Freda was screaming and crying.
The memories of our family being together are scarce. Our family vacation consisted of father driving us to the beach, returning to Camilla to work in the store, and fetching us at the end of the week. I had a swelling pride sitting by my father in the Thomasville Synagogue during the High Holidays when I was about 6. And, I remember the cold water he braved at Radium Springs in Albany, Georgia on a Sunday outing. Not much in the way of memories there. He got very sick at Nathalie's wedding at the New Albany Hotel, I suspect from celebrating too much.
His fingers were yellow from smoking Lucky Strike cigarettes. During the years leading up to World War II in 1938 and 1939 I recall his intensity sitting by our floor model radio (Zenith,I believe) listening to Walter Winchell on the Sunday evening news.
When my grandmother died in 1939, her casket was in the living room of her home on Broad Street. My father sobbed as he carried me out of the room to return to our home. He must have been very devoted to her.
Fathers tragic death was a result, I am told, of a physical altercation with someone who he believed has stolen something from the store. He suffered a heart attack (and infarction) and remained in bed for about 2 weeks ultimately dieing from pneumonia. There were no hospitals in Camilla and there was very little knowledge of heart conditions at that time. Mother had nurses to attend to father during this last illness; I could only peek in the back bedroom to get a glimpse. No doubt there are many more recollections to be mined from my past with father, but it is quite obvious that I have a certain amount of amnesia during my youth. This blog is a start. What about the rest of the family helping me fill in. What do you remember of my dad? Cousin Beryl.
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Beryl's Blog for Father's Day.
This year (2007) is on June 17. Our webmasters thought some blogs on the subject of Father's Day may stimulate some family history data. So, here goes: with respect to my own father, Louis Weiner, my memory is very, very vague. Father died on November 11, 1940 at the age of 44. I was almost 9, in our front yard at the time it happened. Aunt Freda was screaming and crying.
The memories of our family being together are scarce. Our family vacation consisted of father driving us to the beach, returning to Camilla to work in the store, and fetching us at the end of the week. I had a swelling pride sitting by my father in the Thomasville Synagogue during the High Holidays when I was about 6. And, I remember the cold water he braved at Radium Springs in Albany, Georgia on a Sunday outing. Not much in the way of memories there. He got very sick at Nathalie's wedding at the New Albany Hotel, I suspect from celebrating too much.
His fingers were yellow from smoking Lucky Strike cigarettes. During the years leading up to World War II in 1938 and 1939 I recall his intensity sitting by our floor model radio (Zenith,I believe) listening to Walter Winchell on the Sunday evening news.
When my grandmother died in 1939, her casket was in the living room of her home on Broad Street. My father sobbed as he carried me out of the room to return to our home. He must have been very devoted to her.
Fathers tragic death was a result, I am told, of a physical altercation with someone who he believed has stolen something from the store. He suffered a heart attack (and infarction) and remained in bed for about 2 weeks ultimately dieing from pneumonia. There were no hospitals in Camilla and there was very little knowledge of heart conditions at that time. Mother had nurses to attend to father during this last illness; I could only peek in the back bedroom to get a glimpse. No doubt there are many more recollections to be mined from my past with father, but it is quite obvious that I have a certain amount of amnesia during my youth. This blog is a start. What about the rest of the family helping me fill in. What do you remember of my dad? Cousin Beryl.
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