My Best Friend – My Dad

My Best Friend - My Dad

My Best Friend – My Dad

I think back of all the awesome times that I shared with my dad. My dad was a photographer (long before the digital age and the internet) and he would work a lot of weddings, take portraits, and snap pictures for organizations such as the local Little League or the Boy Scouts. We used to go on these road trips just about once a week, in which he would have to drive about an hour and half away to deliver pictures to a Boy Scout camp inNorth Jersey. He had this Ford Galaxy which he called his “sacred cow” that he loved and always took special care of. Under his driver’s seat, he had a cassette player, and he would play all this German music; the polka, beer hall, German bands, etc. He would blast the music all the time and I even got pretty good at “singing” the German lyrics. He even had a little German flag attached to his radio antennae. The rides home were always glorious. We would stop by the huge railroad station in Princeton to watch the trains come and go….man, how I loved watching those things whiz by! Then we would go to out to this diner and I would always get the same thing to eat….a cheeseburger, fries, and homemade lemon lime soda…hmmmm! I can still taste it to this day.

My father was an only child and he never, I mean, NEVER played sports or knew anything about athletics. He always was found reading a book and listening to symphonies but when my brother and I started playing Little League, he always came to our games, watched, and of course, took pictures. He used to take the pictures in such a way, that when he had the film developed, the pictures looked like baseball cards. We had our own baseball cards!!!!! Now THAT was AWESOME!! All the kids in our neighborhood used to congregate at our house and we would play baseball, literally, all day. It was such a spellbinding, magical moment when, for that one short time, my dad came out and tried to play. We thought that was the coolest thing ever….even if he wasn’t that good 🙂

My dad had his own little Photography Studio in a sleepy, seaside New Jersey town.  It was always a magical time when I walked into his shop, viewed all the pictures that he took, smelled the chemicals from the Dark Room, saw his set-ups that he would use for his photo shoots. In the autumn, every Saturday after the local high school would finish their football game, they would have a parade down Main Street if they won. It was a wonderful experience sitting there in front of his shop watching the players, cheerleaders and the band while drinking an ice cold soda.  On most Saturdays my brother and I would meet him at his shop and we would go across the street and eat this awesome pizza or baked lasagna then play Pac-Man while we were waiting for the food to come out. It seemed like everywhere we went, everyone knew my dad and he knew them. It was really sort of cool. After church each Sunday, we would go to the bakery in town and get freshly made Jewish rye bread. Man, was that GOOD! The bread would still be warm from coming out of the oven. The crust would be nice and crispy and the bread itself, moist and chewy. Then we would go to his studio and watch TV and eat snacks while watching Bugs Bunny cartoons. On our way home, he would tell my brother and I to make sure that we ate a lot during the Sundaydinner so that my grandma and mom wouldn’t get mad.

Since we lived around the ocean, my dad would take us fishing around some boating piers and occasionally fish at the beach itself, surf casting. But most of the time, we fished by the piers trying to catch Snappers (or baby bluefish) around dinner time and stayed there until the sun went down. There was nothing better in life then to sit by those piers, drinking a Welsh’s grade soda, watching beautiful sunsets and watching the moon and stars begin their nightly dance. We would find sticks and try to hit the Jellyfish to watch them glow (that’s what they do when they get touched at night).

So, here I sit today, smiling to myself remembering the many special times that I shared with my dad…his laugh, his smile and his corny jokes. Today, his photography studio is gone, the bakery sold out years ago, the diner is no longer there, the Boy Scout camp was disbanded a long time ago and all of my neighborhood friends have all moved away.  My love and admiration of my father will never go away and will forever be in my heart…..for my father will always be more than my dad….he will forever be…my best friend.

  12 comments for “My Best Friend – My Dad

  1. June 21, 2015 at 5:49 pm

    You sound like a lucky man to have had such a father. And he sounds like a lucky man to have had such a son. 🙂

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  2. June 21, 2015 at 5:54 pm

    A beautiful tribute to your Dad, who I might add, has a great smile…:)

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  3. June 22, 2015 at 10:30 am

    Reblogged this on nickfounder's Blog.

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  4. June 22, 2015 at 7:34 pm

    What a wonderful tribute to your father! It is a blessing to have that kind of relationship with a parent.

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  5. June 16, 2019 at 12:11 pm

    Reblogged this on My Good Time Stories and commented:

    This is a re-blog of my best friend ever…my dad!


  6. June 16, 2019 at 12:27 pm

    What a cool Dad. We lived near P’ton for a while, transplants from the south when my dad was transferred. I remember that station, and Princeton Junction (PJ &B) but Dad usually either drove into the city or took the bus. In summer we usually went to Point Pleasant. One year friends and I stayed in a house at Seaside Heights. Thanks for sharing your Dad and memories.

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  7. June 16, 2019 at 12:30 pm

    What a touching heartfelt tribute to your father. It’s obvious he was a very special man. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. June 19, 2019 at 9:53 pm

    That was beautiful Coach. That relationship is what probably made you who you are in many ways. What an inspiration and what a great mentor you had while growing up! He was a man of integrity and unselfishness too, it sounds like there was lots of demonstrative love in your home and that it was sound with blessings of creativity and care…..yes, what a tribute and what a legacy he left you! Thanks so much for sharing those heart-warming memories! My Dad re-located to Heaven about 4 yrs. ago in March. My Dad loved to farm and his gift was making things grow and flourish; he was a great landscaping guy and we had a very big beautiful lawn and garden he tended well. Besides this he had an itch for road-trips, long or short and we would also go after church on Sunday and at least stop at the Ice Cream parlor….I can remember those days with the cones and messes in the back seat of the Dodge….very warm memories…..

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    • June 19, 2019 at 9:57 pm

      Thank you so much for your beautiful words my dear friend. Our fathers are probably hanging out together right now! Fathers are truly a blessing. Have a blessed day my friend!


      • June 19, 2019 at 10:01 pm

        Oh thank you, yup; they probably are. I either had a dream or a vision once and I saw Dad standing in a garden talking to the deer and I saw the corner of a huge red barn up there….the most beautiful Red color not here on Earth. Anyway, he also loved animals except when they got in his garden….LOL!

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