Daddy was strong ... made me laugh... made me cry Daddy understood me ... he worried about me Daddy was right when I thought I was right ... and I was wrong... Daddy is like your daddy ... beautiful.

Here is my daddy-o. He and my mom are so sorely missed. They married three weeks after they met and melded their two families as one. He was an underground miner his whole life. He had the most piercing blue eyes. I wish I had more pics of him.

Hii.. I am new member here.. Warm greeting from Indonesia.. I am Zara Zee aaaaaaaanddddd my great thanks to Daddy Fazli... for including me here... thanks daddy ---

This is a picture of My Dad Arthur and My Mom Evelyn or their Wedding Day in 1947. My Dad Arthur was a special guy. Not just because he could read, write and speak 7 or 8 languages. He was a WW2 Veteran who won several medals for his valor working with Filipinos and Natives in the Phillipines and Solomon Islands during the War; doing dangerous work such as bomb retrieval and dismantlement. He lost part of his leg when he stepped on a landmine during the War. He also volunteered to help Vietnam Era Vets; especially Disabled Vets. He said to me that he knew these guys were going to come back very challenged because Jungle Warfare is very hallucinatory. it's another world. Both My Mother Evelyn and he were ghetto kids who grew up the hard way in Boston. They were challenged by prejudice about poor people and especially Jewish people, everyday of their lives. They taught my older sister and me that: 1. You should always help people to stand up for themselves, and you should always stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves 2. That you should always be charitable. There's always someone who has it worse off than you. When My Mom died when I was 14, My Dad became Mr. Mom. There were no other Mr. Moms around in the 1960s. There was no template for a man raising two teenage girls. He did a heck of a good job with no instructions. I thank him for my compassion. the need to question authority and help others, and my sense of humor. He was a great raconteur, and I'm sure that's why I'm such a good actor. My Mom and he loved music, movies, actors, art and a good time. Thankfully they have passed that all on to me. I will always be greatful to him, for his sense of social justice. He set a good example. When I went to work as a volunteer Lettuce and Grape Inspector for The United Farmer Workers during their strike in the 1970s, he came along with me to groceries stores because:" It's harder to throw a grown man out of a grocery store than it is a 15 year old kid. " Thanks Dad. Love, Troods