Showing posts with label Father's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Father's Day. Show all posts

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Father's Day 2017

Its another Father's Day.

For me its and actually weird holiday and, I have to admit, I get confused as hell. Why? Well this is because for me I have Father's Day twice in a year. I have Father's Day in the USA for my own father, which is in June. Then we have another in September for my father-in-law because of my husband. Yep, that's twice at two different times in the year.

Soooo the result is I usually (and unfortunately) forget about the US Father's Day only because I don't hear about it here. Then in September, when the Australian one comes around, I start swearing because then I remember I forgot the US Father's Day. *sigh* I can't win.

My father and I have never been close. Stuff happens and we just didn't get there. We are trying both of us and I think in the last 12 or so years we've been doing very good in that trying. There's just a lot of underlying issues. Anyway, not going into those especially here.

This weekend in the US is Father's Day. And I remembered for a change, which is different, so he's a post on it. When I was doing "The Book of Me, Written by You" they had us write about the Military and I had thought they had us write about our Father's, but I couldn't find it if we did do one. I know in 2015, I did a Father's Day post myself.

Recently, I've been doing more research while taking an online course. I was in the middle of a story and found I needed research and before long, I ended up looping up and around and found myself researching a bit of what my father was doing in the Subs or The Silent Service as they are called.

Then you have the calls where Dad still talks about them and tells me about the diesel and then nuclear subs, but he can't go into much detail because its all still classified. People don't realize just how much, even after you retire, is still classified and can't be talked about. Within our house, we learned growing up you don't talk unless spoken to and you have to be careful of what is said. We were taught this stuff from a very early age.

It was how we grew up and you just didn't say much. Not saying much grew into a wall which is still there even today. I believe that because of this, we all stayed away from anything to do with the military, especially after it seemed our father was almost obsessed with it. To us, the military robbed us of a father, so why would we embrace or want anything to do with it?

However, as I'm growing up and doing research, and now that Dad's letting me in a bit, I'm starting to put things together slowly. Would I ever still want anything to do with the Navy? Hell no. However, I'm starting to slowly make peace within myself because of it. I'm not sure, and it could take the rest of my life, to make actual full peace with it, because of the hurt its caused, but at least I can say I've started.

Here's a look back at my father's life in the few pictures I have of him. I didn't even have a picture of him until my late teens.

To him and all Father's out there - Happy Father's Day. 

Us in 2010
2006



2006? Dad with his 2nd wife Louise

2006? Dad in his dress military uniform

2010 The Schmitz family at my Uncle (father's brother) funeral

As a baby in 1935

With his Aunt and Uncle on his trip to Germany in 1935

A schoolboy in NJ

Near his home in Linden, NJ

1st Communion

1948

Seaman's Picture in Navy
1953 before the Navy and in High School


1955 on a Sub

1956 Dad with his Brother, Grandpa Stanley, Grandma and my mother before they were married

1950s Getting an award

1994 in Wallkill NY

Committee for VFW Commander award


2016 when he had a reunion with other submariners

2016 on his Honor Flight being thanked








Thursday, July 2, 2015

Father's Day 2015

Father's Day

My experiences with Father's Day have been very little. This is because when I was very little, my parents divorced and then the custody battle began. Eventually, custody was settled and I was to see my father every Sunday.

Over the years, things happened with the Sunday visits. After awhile, I felt like I was a piece of rope getting pulled from one parent to another, but I did want to see my father so I endured it. However, one Christmas, we went over to see my father for a visit, and it started to snow pretty badly, so we had to leave. He wanted us to wait but even I, who was only about 12 years old, knew the roads were getting bad so we left. My brother and sister in law were in the car with us as we only took 1 car for safety. Anyhow, along the way we got in a small accident but it was still an accident. A big village snow plow backed up and right into us. No one was hurt, but we could have been. After that, I had a good think and I couldn't do it any longer - not with people getting hurt now, so I wanted to stop visiting my father on Sundays. I couldn't do anything with my friends or join any clubs because they always did things all weekend or on Sundays. Add that to feeling like a piece of property instead of a cared for little girl and I knew it was time. I told my mother my decision figuring that we would all sit down and talk about it. However, that was not what happened - I had to come out and tell everyone and all anyone could hear me say was I didn't want to come over any longer and not the reasons around it.

After that, I rarely heard or saw my father. The times I went out of my way to go see him, I felt like he didn't want me there or I was a piece of property to show off and then forget about. If he did talk to me it was about his time in the service or Elvis. Eventually I couldn't handle it any longer and got mad at him and stopped trying. I figured if he couldn't take the time or the energy to see me then why should I to him?

Anyhow, about 10 years ago now, I made a promise to try with him again to someone that matter to us both. My father since then has been trying. We talk on the phone and when we travel to the US, we go to see him. In fact, a couple of years ago, we made sure we went over on Father's Day to see him. It was the first time that I can ever think of that we celebrated Father's Day together.
My father and I on Father's Day in June 2011

Genealogy and Today
I do realize my father won't be around forever. That's a fact that one day we all will be gone. However, with my genealogy research, I'm finding there have been cycles that have been followed in each side of my family's history. One of these cycles are to have family and just not contact them at all. In fact, on each side of the family, father's have never been a huge thing with either of my parents.

Break Cycles or to Create New Ones?
I've never met either of my grandfather's. Apparently my parents agreed none of their children would have anything to do with their father's. I get the feeling something happened to them growing up and they wanted to stop the cycle. Instead, they started a new cycle - just ignoring your family that does not contact you and make no effort to contact them.

In fact, that cycle is going strong today. How? Well, you see my eldest sister and her children don't contact each other because the other doesn't reach out to them or one seems like they are always reaching out to the other. I know my second oldest sister doesn't have any contact, that I know of, with her sons either. The middle child, another sister, has one child and I think they don't have regular contact either. I know she rarely has been contacting the rest of her siblings. My brother has regular contact with his son and most of his siblings and the same goes to me. As you can see, the cycle is alive and well for most of the children of them.

Break that cycle!
Especially now with my research into family history, I want to try and break these damned cycles. I try and encourage others to break the cycles and to keep in contact with others. Its not easy - nothing worth having is ever easy, but I think in the long run it will be worth it.

Yes, I could stay mad at my father. However, I made a choice to make a promise and I never break my promises. The fact is my father will not be around forever. He's in his 80's and sometimes you have to try and let go in order to move forward. Yes, there are still unanswered questions and issues, but you work on them a little at a time, and that's the key - You still have that time. The clock hasn't run out yet. So get out there and talk things over and move forward while you still can because once that person passes away, their stories and reasoning's are gone with them. You need to ask yourself - can you live with how you've left things if they were to pass away tomorrow?

If not, then you have some work to do before that clock runs out.

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