Imagine my surprise when one day-
I happened upon a post on FaceBook –
Asking those of us from my hometown –
If they recognize anyone in the pictures they posted?
Must be they were cleaning out a home –
And came across an album that had many pictures –
But no names associated with them.
Just on a whim —
I clicked on the first one and then another.
They seemed to be back in the 50s –
and I just did not know who they were.
And then the second to last –
a picture of five men holding bowling balls!
I KNEW EVERY ONE OF THEM GROWING UP AND ONE WAS MY FATHER!
Now – I have very few family pictures –
my sister had them all –
And when she passed away –
they all went to my niece.
Boxes of them!
Then – she became ill – brain cancer –
and she hung on but then –
young – she passed away.
Those boxes remained in her home and a person –
who was not part of the family –
To throw them all away-
without asking anyone as far as I know –
If they wanted them!
That was gut-wrenching for me-
as all my family history was in those boxes.
So this picture came as a complete surprise to me!

The first man on the left – Bobby Bradt –
the second man from the left –
my father – Bob Fitzsimmons –
his real name was Clarence Robert Fitzsimmons –
everyone called him Bob or”FITZ”!
Then Don -(who owned the insurance business)
who every year I got a birthday card from him –
as I was born on his birthday!
Then Eddie –
who was the meat cutter in the Market Basket.
And finally – my father’s best friend – ELMER –
who passed away a few years after this picture was taken.
He owned the local dealership of Dodge cars.
My dad was about six feet tall –
and his father made him stay in school –
although he graduated as a Sophomore!
There was no place for him to go-
as that was shortly after the depression.
They were what I was brought up to say “DOWNHOMERS”!
Down in Pa. by Brookville and Corsica.
Grandpa was a teacher –
and taught way into his late 70s and early 80s.
Dad’s mother was a Kennedy –
and he was raised as an Irish Protestant.
She was as I remember very tall –
almost six foot and thin.
I remember going to their home in the coal country down there.
They had an outhouse and a pump in the kitchen sink for water.
One of Dad’s brothers lived next door
and his sister not far away on a huge chicken farm.
My mother also came from that area –
one of eleven boys and girls –
She was next to the youngest.
Her parents –
her mother was Pa. Dutch
and her father was Irish Catholic.
He passed away before I was born-
but my middle name (DAVID) was in his honor.
In this picture here –
my dad was a good left-handed bowler.
And I think they went to Buffalo and won something up there!
He was a supervisor for the South Penn Oil Company –
and when growing up during the summer –
would take me to work with him.
Those were days I will always remember –
riding the bulldozer with “PAT”-
who worked for my day – pulling the tool house behind us.
Dad also golfed with Elmer –
they had a name that they called themselves –
the foursome which included Eddie.
I forget what it was-
but I know after Dad and Elmer passed -it continued.
Dad passed away in 1969 –
a few years after his best friend Elmer.
Their families for years would go way North into Canada –
flying in and landing on water at fishing camps.
There were hundreds of pictures of them in the boxes thrown away.
On the old red barn in the backyard –
they had nailed dozens of muskie and pike heads to the front of the barn.
I knew every one of these men growing up –

My hope is someday in the future –
future generations of the family read my blogs –
Look at the pictures of our life together –
and form memories-
and maybe – just maybe –
ONE OF THEM CARRIES ON THE BLOG POSTS INTO THE FUTURE!
Thanks for reading PAPA’S WORLD –
my site: livinglifedoingitmyway.blog
PAPA’S WORLD – MY FATHER – GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.

















