Fathers Day 2011
It has been eleven years since I was able to actually celebrate Father's Day with my own father. The difficulty of these sorts of "holidays" is fading with time and I find myself remembering my father more and grieving less. Today, however, I found myself thinking of the other fathers that have meaning for me as well.
|Pat Boyette 1923-2000|
My father, Pat Boyette was born in San Antonio, Texas to Aaron P. and Phyllis Giles Boyett. He went to Edison High School and had careers in radio, television and comic art. I think the thing he enjoyed the most, however, were my two children. My father was a self-made, well read man -- he didn't read me stories at night -- we discussed Egyptology. He would build kites for me, help me school "issues" -- projects, long division, and photo journaling. I had a colorful, non-conformist life with my dad -- no 9 to 5 here -- and I loved every minute of it. I mean, how many kids in San Antonio, Texas had fathers who made movies?
|Aaron P. Boyett, Sr. 1898-1956|
My grandfather, Aaron P. Boyett, was born in Sabine County, Texas in 1898 to Robert E and Clarissa Abi Conn Boyett. Even though I didn't have him in my life long and I didn't see him on a day to day basis, I adored him and I do have memories of him. I remember the last Christmas I had with him -- he bought Marla and I big pandas and I got a tricycle. The one memory that I have that is clear as day is of him laying on my bedroom floor coloring with me. I swore I was going to keep that picture forever but it somehow got lost -- but I remember it and that is what counts. He was affectionate and wasn't shy about planting big, sloppy kisses and giving big bear hugs. How I wish I could ask him questions about his life -- ah, the plight of all family historians.
|James William Davis 1896-1969|
So, these are the fathers in my life. They all have a special place in my life and in my heart and they always will. Happy Father's Day!