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What my father taught me, Part IV

I learned the value of loyalty from my dad. He has been married to the same woman for 57 years and worked at Bethlehem Steel for 42 years. I have been married to the same woman for 25 years and rewtired from Baltimore County after 32 years.
   FAMILY AND CHURCH come first because in the end, that's all we really have.
   BASEBALL IS THE GREATEST GAME man has invented. Life lessons evolve out of it. You can never replace the smell of your glove or the feeling you get walking in the outfield grass when the dew makes your shoes wet in the hot morning sun. One of my dads greatest joys is the fact that my son is playing college baseball.
   DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY even if it means playing hockey for the Jr. Clippers instead of continuing to play baseball..
    I grew up in a home where my mom was alawys home. Dinner was at 5pm sharp. Dad worked swingshift, but always seemed to be at all my functions. We had one car, a Corvair, but it got me to Towson everyday. How did dad get to work those days? We went through long strikes at " the Point" and never went to O.C. Today's child might think I missed some things. That never crossed my mind and I can only hope I am half the Dad as he is.
Steve Morlock
Bel Air

My father taught me to show as much respect to the cleaning people as to the CEO.
 
My father taught me to always try my best - whether it was in school or on the tennis court.
 
My father taught me to love sports and especially the Orioles and the Ravens (who were the Colts in his day).
 
He taught me the importance of a sense of humor.
 
He taught me to be skeptical. He taught me to think for myself and to not follow even if following was safer.
 
He taught me that a solid education would carry me through life.
 
He taught me self-reliance.
 
He taught me to learn from past mistakes and to strive to not repeat those mistakes.
 
He taught me to respect the elderly.
 
He taught me to appreciate my family and my friends and to not get attached to material possessions.
 
My father taught me the beauty of nature - whether it was a walk along the beach in Ocean City or a hike on the Appalachian Trail.
 
He taught me to respect the earth.
 
He taught me that life is short and joys are fleeting.
 
My father died suddenly in 1994 at the age of 75.  On behalf of my twin sister, Carol, my older brother Jef and my other older sisters, Janet and Jeannie, we thank you for this opportunity to thank him.
Karen J. Fry

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Our father, Sheldon Pelovitz (Columbia, MD) is the most wonderful dad ever. His sense of humor is definitely one of a kind. He taught us that he may not always be right but he's never wrong . . . that the best diet is a "see-food" diet (you see food and you eat it) . . .  But most important of all, he taught us how to love, respect, and to appreciate every day and everyone.
Leah Pelovitz, Baltimore
Kelly Shuford, St. Augustine

My dad taught me that if you walked with purpose and studied nonchalance you could gain access to all manner of places you didn't really belong. On a visit to his hometown of Boston, we found ourselves in the vicinity of Fenway Park. It was the off season, but as we drove by he spied an open gate. He parked the car, and in we went. I hung back, appalled, convinced that any minute we'd be arrested.  But we were never challenged, and I got the grand tour. It probably helped that my dad was forever being mistaken for a police detective: tall, ramrod posture, long overcoat and fedora. He went on to reveal how, as a young adult, he and his cronies would drop into various hotel functions for free drinks and food when money was tight.
This was a lesson I appreciated but never learned to put into practice myself ;  I have a terrible poker face.  But the tour of the ballpark and the image of my straitlaced dad as the original wedding crasher – priceless.
Sue Walsh
Phoenix, MD

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My father was tall and muscular with jet black hair and all my girlfriends thought he was so good looking but to me he just looked like Daddy.  He had the most gentle nature about him.  On sunny summer days he would gather up wild violets and present them to our Mother .  His face would light up like a young boy and he would grab Mom about the waist and give her a kiss while she helplessly shook the dish soap off her hands.  They would laugh together as we kids hid around the corner and giggle at their encounter.  He always grew a garden and now that tradition passed on to my generation and two generations after ours.  I never saw a person so happy as when he brought in a giant zucchini or a plump red tomato.
    
My Dad taught me how to put a fishing hook through a worm, how to cast and how to take the fish off without loosing the hook.  Being the girly girl I was, he mostly did all that for me and I would reap all the credit if we brought a fish home.

He worked at Rustles Steel and then Armco Steel in Baltimore for most of his life as an electrician and taught all his children how to do basic electricity.  I would feel so proud that I could put in a light switch or hang a ceiling light when most of the guys I knew didn't have a clue.
 
My father taught me how to ice skate, although he always tied the laces too tight.  I could never master the way he would skate backward and do flips and spins.  He taught us how to hold a golf club and how not to swing.  When he would play in local tournaments he would always come home with a trophy.  Who knows how great he could have been if he didn't have such a large family to care for.  He worked two jobs sometime so that Mom did not have to work outside the home could be there when we got back from school.
 
It wasn't until his funeral some eleven years ago that total strangers came up to me and told me how he had made their live better.  They told me of how he would give them a ride to the store or fix their electricity for free or haul something away because they didn't have a car, give them vegetables from his garden or just smile and wish them well.  They spoke of how they admired a man with five children that could work a job all day, come home, help with dinner and enjoyed the clean up with Mom because that was one time they had alone.
Karen Welsch-Susio
Nottingham

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