A Day in the Life of My Dad
November 2006
My son, Hector, has been asking me for quite some time, to do my best to come up with a way to bring my Book to a proper End. He deserves great credit for putting my writings in this form of a Book. I can understand why he wants to make sure that what I write, is worthy of bringing my
March 1989
Last Thanksgiving, Hector and his son David, decided to spend the Holiday with us here in Oroville. One evening we decided to go out to dinner, so our Daughter and her Family, Hector and his son David, and your Mom and I, went out to our favorite Pizza Restaurant. We had such a great time eating,
October 1988
When Hector Finished putting my writings in this book form, I realized that your Mother would not be able to enjoy what I had wroted. As you all know she reads very little (if any) English at all. As you will read in this little story, I had the writings translated into Spanish so that your Mother
June 1988
I want to, once again, share with you guys an old memory of mine that I believe would be very appropriate at this stage of our lives. As you all know, your mother is about to reach her 65th birthday. I have so many fond memories of your mother, that one day I found myself thinking back to a
February 1988
As you will read in the following lines, Hector thought that perhaps the things described in these lines would be worth the space in the family book that all of you guys have. I think he was right. Let me add some thinking of my own here. At the present time, all of you (and me included)
November 1987
Looking back and realizing that I did not include my family in my last two letters, I decided on the one that I thought would be the most appropriate to end the writing season. Partly because we about to depart to go visit all of our children. And, sure enough, it turned out to be the most
September, 12, 1987
It seems to me that Hector really enjoyed this last one. In fact, according to him, he took that letter with him on a camping trip with some of his friends. They were sitting around a camp fire, when he asked if anyone would like to listen to a funny episode of his father's life. He
April 1987
On the very same day that I sended to all of my children the previous letter (I always did), I started the next one. It seemed to me to be very amusing. It was not family related, but I feel that it tells a lot about the personality that I am. And so I decided to put it all on paper. I
January, 17, 1987
This far into my writings, I personally thought that I had ran out of things to tell my children that would be of much interest anymore. But Hector insisted that it just was not enough for what he had in mind. In every letter he sended to me he kept encouraging me to continue with my
September 1986
The previous chapter probably left some questions unanswered. For example: where did I get all the money to spend on my marriage and honeymoon??? Another question: Why did events in my life come to such a crashing halt and bring to an end such a promising future for ourselves?
In order to
April, 19, 1986
As the time went by, it seemed that not only were my sons eager for my writings, but now I was the one that wanted to explore my own memory to see what I could remember from my past years that would interest my kids--especially Hector.
In his last letter, he mentioned that he had a
Feb 13, 1986
Perhaps notice was taken on the "About the Author" page. On it I mentioned that perhaps my inability to control events was in part due to my lack of preparation to cope with financial problems that piled up on me. Ha! Nonsense!
There are many successful businesses run by persons with
Dec 15, 1985
As the reader was able to read in the previous pages, the revelations described in that little history were enough to ask for more of the same. And sure enough, a few days after Hector received my writings, he called to tell me that what I had wroted in those pages had made his eyes cloudy
Oct 15, 1985
When Hector read for the first time the following letter, he got the idea that If I would continue (as I had promised I would with more or less the same subject), that perhaps someday he would put all the material together, forming one continuous narration that could be read as if
I took my Dad’s letters and put them all together to be read as a sort of Book. It is my personal tribute to a most remarkable person whom I am lucky enough to call ....... “My Dad”
