Our father was a very strong man. He was built like a bull, a very good athlete, a boxer, swimmer, and I think a football player in his youth–an excellent and competitive tennis player his entire adult life.
But when I write that he was the strongest person I have ever met, it means that he said what he thought and argued and fought for what he believed. I wonder if he ever yielded to anyone other than his wife. Authority, or presumed authority did not impress or intimidate him. He was a strong believer in the rights of the underdog and working people and spent a lot of his time and energy defending them.
He was an engineer and teacher, with an excellent memory, and a great reader, particularly of history and politics, which he studied closely and cited frequently. He valued the exchange of information and a good debate.
Dad was intensely loyal. We knew that he had our backs, that we could always count on him. Any crisis brought out the best in him.
He was born in 1921 and so would be nearly 100 now.
Happy Fathers’ Day from your son and daughter.