September 11, 2001
I want to take a moment to honor the victims and their families of that horrible day. Also to honor the military personnel and their families for the sacrifices they continue to make to this day.
The second honor goes to my Dad, Augie Montalbano.
Anyone knowing Augie saw him as gentle, compassionate, friendly, generous and any other trait you would assign to a saint.
Born September 11, 1925. He came into this world in an apartment located in Elm Grove, WV, above a restaurant known as Siebert's. His parents were immigrants from Sicily. He was not the first Augie born to Guissippe and Angela. The first child pass at a very young age so the next male child carried the same name.
This is only one of the many funny story that I want to share with you about him:
Dad loved organic gardening. He certainly did not use pesticides. He didn't have to, he had several kids to work his garden. He would give each a container and tell you to go out and remove the bean beetles from the plants. Now the problem. Since the jars were open, the beetles would fly out and back to the plants as fast as we could pull the little buggers off. By the end of the row the beetles were back before we could reach the end of the row.
As a gentle compassiona being, Dad would not allow us to kill the little buggers. It definitely kept us busy. We never complain about being bored, because we knew the beetle jars would be ready for us to work.
This is only one of the many funny story that I want to share with you about him:
Dad loved organic gardening. He certainly did not use pesticides. He didn't have to, he had several kids to work his garden. He would give each a container and tell you to go out and remove the bean beetles from the plants. Now the problem. Since the jars were open, the beetles would fly out and back to the plants as fast as we could pull the little buggers off. By the end of the row the beetles were back before we could reach the end of the row.
As a gentle compassiona being, Dad would not allow us to kill the little buggers. It definitely kept us busy. We never complain about being bored, because we knew the beetle jars would be ready for us to work.
Nice tribute
ReplyDeleteLovely tribute, Jan.
ReplyDeleteBtw, super to meet you via LinkedIn! :)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE stories about parents! I write about mine all of the time. What a wonderful tribute to you Dad. Mine was born in 1925 too! April 1. Thank you for sharing! I'm following you now . . . in a totally non-threatening way . . .
ReplyDeleteJan, my brother and I are doing a genealogy book about our dad's family as a tribute to our dad. Thanks for checking my blog. If you're just starting writing, not to insult you I hope, but I'll be teaching a class at Savvy Authors Nov. 7th-13th and you don't have to be a member of Savvy Authors to sign up. Loved the fancy LinkedIn stationary. Wish you'd tell me how you did that! I signed up as a follower here. Great to "meet" you.
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