It's sad to say, but I really don't know what Dad did for work after leaving the university. I do know he began dating a very lovely lady named Joanne Beard as they were married in October 1947, only a year after Joanne graduated from high school.
Mom and Dad spent the first few months of married life in Chicago, Illinois, where Dad was going to "radio school." I truly have no idea what that encompassed. I found a letter as we were breaking up housekeeping for the family stating that Mom missed her family and friends so very much back in Swanton, that they returned home.
In the late 1940s through the mid-1950s, Dad worked at the Libbey-Owens-Ford glass plant in Rossford, Ohio. I do remember that he worked the night shift as I was supposed to be quiet during the day. I tried, but being a little kid, I didn't always succeed.
Dad left his job at LOF and became a salesman for Dennison Manufacturing Company based out of Framingham, Massachusetts. The rest of his working career was based on sales.
Dad had been a caddy at the local golf club in his teens and loved to play golf. Because of this, I learned to play at an early age. Many days were spent at the course with Dad slowly teaching me how to play. Mom played too, and both she and Dad won their respective divisions in the club championships. I remember them being so active at the club.
After Mom died in 1962, Dad was truly lost. He became a widower at the age of 37 with a 13-year old daughter. He did a good job raising me. I look back now, and see how very difficult it was for him. While he was at work, I'd spend the day at my Aunt Lola's home. Grandma Lou (Mom's mother) moved from Toledo back to Swanton so she could also help during the day.
My Grandmother Sloan, "Mimi" would come out and clean for us. I remember one time she decided to wash the windows in the kitchen. She reached for a spray can under the kitchen sink, shook it like crazy, then sprayed it on the window. It was white spray paint! I guess she spent hours trying to get it off everything.
Speaking of Mimi, Dad loved to tease her. We'd go to Mimi and Pipi's home on Garfield for visits. Dad would always make a trip upstairs to the bathroom to "paint" her ceramic Man-in-the-Moon plaque that was on the wall. He'd get her lipstick and put it on the lips and cheeks. She'd make a trip upstairs to the bathroom, and I know it was to see if he had painted the plaque. "JAAACK! What did you do?!!" Her voice would get high-pitched. We'd all laugh like crazy. I think if Dad ever missed a time, she'd wonder what was wrong with him.
Dad and I did a good job together. Dad, being an exceptional cook, made fantastic dinners for us. We'd have dinner and decide what we wanted to do that evening. Many times it involved a Toledo "Blades" hockey game. There were days spent housecleaning, naturally, but we also went to the fish store as we had an aquarium, the bank since we like to collect coins, and many nights spent watching the westerns on the television.
Things in our lives changed forever when Dad met that nice Mrs. Stephens. After a whirlwind courtship of a little over five months, Dad and Marge were married...on Halloween 1964.
Dad and my new mom - I called her "Mom." (Why not?) were active at the golf course. Dad became president in 1967 fulfilling a lifelong dream.
I'm so glad that Dad met Marge. Actually, I introduced them. (And how many of you introduced your parents???) I know he loved my mom, Joanne, with all his heart, but it was so nice that he found another wonderful lady to love too.
Dad and Margie-Mom both loved music. They'd play records of all the Big Band Era entertainers, especially Glenn Miller. They'd dance in the kitchen.
I remember Dad fixing holiday dinners. Mom would help, naturally, but the main portion of the food prep was done by Dad. Thanksgivings with oyster buns, Christmas Eve with steamed-spiced shrimp, and Lindsay's favorite when she spent the night, Almond Boneless Chicken.
Cookouts were amazing. We'd have seafood boil, for a lack of a better term. My grandfather had made a cooking pot out of a copper wash tub. He had put a spigot at the end so liquid could be drained off and used for basting the food. Oh -- lobster, chicken, corn on the cob, and potatoes.
Dad could even make a hamburger the best ever. He'd mix the hamburger with ketchup, mustard, and a bit of Worcestershire and make two thin patties for each burger. On the first patty there would be cheese, green pepper, and onion. Then the second patty would go on top and would be sealed to the bottom. I can taste them now. We didn't have a name for them, but they became known as fancy-burgers.
Dad loved his family. When Gene and I were married, and then the birth of our daughter, Lindsay, made him so proud. I remember Dad sitting on the floor, wearing Mickey Mouse ears, just to entertain Lindsay.
At Lindsay's graduation party, Dad mentioned to a cousin that he knew that Mom (Joanne) would have been so very proud of her.
Dad didn't live long enough to see his beloved granddaughter get married, but he did get to meet her fiance, Jim. Oh, how he would have loved to have been at that wedding and reception. I can see him dancing with Lindsay, followed by many dances with Mom.
Dad and Margie-Mom had 34 years together. I bet they are dancing to Glenn Miller and getting ready for a cookout right now.
Miss you, Dad.