Papas World – the angels of my life – looking down.

I am the only one left now –

First was my brother Mike who left us way too early –

I do not have many pictures of him – but I have his image –

for as long as I live in my mind.

Curly headed little red head – always smiling –

giggling – I can still hear him.

And what a golfer he became –

the first one to hit that ball 300 yards or more.

On the old number one at Smethport Pa.

The one that runs along the highway – I was with him when he did it.

He drove past the green and into the yard behind the green!

That had to be 350 yards and a little grade uphill!

He was mostly a par golfer and had he been able to putt –

Well Gene Fazio once told me –

“IF I HAD HIS LONG GAME AND MY SHORT GAME – I”D TURN PRO”!

Gene was one of the finest golfers in our area and there were a lot of them.

My sister Donna – me – my brother in law Bill – my brother Roger and our mother Mary

One by one they passed away – first Donna –

my sister who was 15 years older than me-

Who rasied me until she she was married to Bill and moved out.

She was the most kind and considerate person I have ever known.

She always could see both sides and I never heard her say a cross word.

Bill – was second to go – a Korean War vet – a truck driver and Police chief

A Mayor and a wise brother in law – always funny –

he had nicknames for almost all the kids

but he simply called me Tommy or Tom.

We were more friends than brother in laws-

Then it was my Mom – who outlived all her friends –

two children and all her brothers and sisters – cousins –

She was almost 98 years old when she passed.

She was small – always a smile – and very kind.

She was a true baker – she could bake without following a recipe.

Cakes – Pies Homemade bread and rolls –

she did it all and everyone in town knew her.

She would sit on her front porch and they would honk

and holler “HELLO MARY”!

People would pull over and stop and come over and talk with her.

She was Mary – the kind lady – but she also was tough as nails.

She ruled the roost so to speak.

I always listened to her – I did not want to hurt her.

Roger

The last to pass in this picture was my brother Roger –

who as I grew up was my idol.

He was ten years older – but in the last ten years of his life

we became very close.

He always lived far away and I lived for any information from him

I would ask my Mom – “DID YOU HEAR FROM ROGER”?

He too played golf – although not as well as Mike –

he was always a little over Par – but always under 40.

He was very smart – having been named “WHO’S WHO”

while in college.

He was a ladies man – he knew how to be a gentlemen –

he was “IT” when it came to the ladies.

Now I am the last – my dad passed from cancer when I was just 19.

I have my two sons –

My sons Troy and Shawn

I have a niece Kelli and another Jen –

I have two great nieces and they have children.

And I have two grandsons from Shawn.

Ryan and Dylan

And I have my soulmate – Sherry – my wife.

Our extended family here whom I love dearly.

Thank you for reading Papa’s World

WHERE FRIENDS MEET THE FAMILY!

“THE ANGELS OF MY LIFE – LOOKING DOWN ON ME”!

Papa’s World – “Swing Low Sweet Chariot – Betsy went home”

I am writing this blog today with much sorrow.

A long time ago – we had to put down Samatha – our dog for almost 14 years.

Yesterday – our neighbors and dear friends – Diane and Steve Zimmerman –

Lost their beloved “BETSY” – a small black lab.

The day before when we found out she had gotten ill – we went to see her.

She always would walk up to us and wag her whole back end and tail – gently leaning against our legs-

And remain there for minutes at a time.

Going from Sherry to me over and over again.

This time she was on her bed on the floor – not moving much but she did move her head so I could scratch under her snout –

Her eyes never left mine – she knew we were there –

but she was so ill she could not greet us.

When we would DOGGY SIT – she would meet us at the door with her funny little guttering sounds –

not a whine and not a bark – but a low sound emitting from deep within her throat.

Steve and Diane – close friends and neighbors –

we have in common all of being from the same WNY area –

they still maintain a summer cottage on Rushford Lake –

and visit many of the same spots we did in Olean when we lived there.

I do not know where dogs go when they pass on – I would like to believe they go to heaven.

My faith – my want to believe it to be possible – makes me feel that we shall see them again.

dog paw trail in the sky clouds

Betsy was a favorite of all our kids and grandkids –

they would go up the street to see her if she was outside.

She would lay in the yard for hours – you could trust her – in the hot sun and then the shade.

She rarely barked – yet when you approached her she would stand and start wiggleing.

She would not run into the street and stay in the yard until you reached her.

She was black, not white – but this is how she lay in the yard.

Betsy was a gentle soul – all the neighbors knew her and would stop and talk to her.

We are going to miss her – it will be strange not seeing her in that yard as we walk by.

And even stranger when we walk with BETSY and DIANE –

Or see her in the truck with Steve –

She always had a ribbon attached to her collar.

She was the most gentle of dogs and our three younger grandkids always wanted to walk up and see her.

Today is a sad day as Betsy left yesterday – I will always remember my last visit with her

and those eyes looking into mine.

“SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT – BETSY WENT HOME:

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