My father, who passed away in the year 1993, would have turned 77 years old this year. Today in fact, December 5th 1940. Happy Birthday Dad.
24 years have gone by…
When I thought about this last week, I was drawn to think about what a different time that was. What a different world he would have been born into. All the changes he would have seen from 1940 to 1993… From Cars to Tube TV’s and everything in-between.
I was young in 1993 but I remember the bag car phone and the electric typewriter being top of the line technology. (Those older may disagree with my assessment.)
In 1940, World War II was well underway. Adolf Hitler was running amuck compensating for his tiny little wiener. President Franklin Roosevelt was the 32nd president of the United States. William Mackenzie King was the 10th Prime Minister of Canada. And Winston Churchill was named the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom in May of that year. There was even a king in England, King George VI.
Dad would have entered into his “teen” years in the 50’s. Rock-and-roll really took off in the mid-50’s. Dad loved his music, always had a great time playing his guitar for others. I can picture him and his group of friends spending hours listening to the new tunes of the era.
Adulthood would have come in the 60’s, what better era to be 20-something? I’m not even going to begin speculating what sort of fun he would have been having then.
30-something in the 70’s, I’m thinking that was the era Dad starting taking his music seriously. his life would undoubtably be defined by his Guitar and his song book. When I was born in the 80’s, some of the earliest memories I have of him encompass music and song. he was good at it. I still have newspaper clippings of advertisements for him playing in different locations around Western Canada.
When you play in a bar, you best know how to read the crowd, and if your doing something they don’t like, you best know how to turn it around real fast. I have no doubt he mastered that skill.
When my Father was born onto this earth, it was a terrible time for many people. But in a hospital in Calgary Canada, he would have created smiles and joy and brought some light into a vastly confusing world.
Dad would go on to lead a full life, full of many adventure and tests. Unfortunately it was ended too soon at the age of 52. In the pictures I have uncovered, it looks like he had a decent amount of fun, I can take some small comfort in this.
I wonder what he would think of todays world?
Happy Birthday Dad!
December 5 1940 – October 19 1993