top of page

Dad

I don’t recall learning to get on with my mom!

But Dad and I were apart from the very start.

He was the Quintessential Man.  A Rancher, Farmer,

Brick Mason, Rock Mason, he worked hard and

Well.  All those      decades of writing home included

An afterthought note “and how is dad?” I never

Wrote him directly and when telephones came

To our countryside, I got and gave news of the day

via Mom.  He just didn’t seem to care where I was

and what I was doing.  The year I was awarded an

advanced degree scholarship to Harvard, I recall

hearing him tell an uncle: “I think he is someplace

back East going to school!” The blame for this lame

relationship belonged to me, too. He had a special

disdain for boys he called ‘sissies’ and accused me

of being one whenever I showed fear or lack of

physical strength. After while I did the limp wrist

and other gay baits for his benefit. He died of a

surprise heart attack and I discovered he was an

indispensable keystone in the business of ranching

and the underpinning for mom’s remarkable strength.



 
 
 

1件のコメント


ゲスト
2024年9月21日

Wonderful to read your poetic biography and learn so much more about you xoxoox

いいね!
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn

©2021 by Glen Haney.

bottom of page