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Fireside Chats

Fireside Chats

My Father was a traveling man, a manufacturers rep;
A legendary salesman, at his profession, so adept!
Oft times he had to leave us, from Monday morning till Friday Afternoon;
To cover all his territory, his earnings yearly ballooned!
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He provided us with a life of luxury, while sacrificing his own at home;
To earn a record income, he had to leave us all alone!
Thank Heavens his work was seasonal, about seven months a year;
The Winter ones, he’d be at home, the Summers, too real near!
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We did not use our fireplace, but we had a converted music room;
Originally, a two-car garage, it was a great place for us to loom!
After dinner, my Dad and I, would head there every night;
To talk about his young son’s life, if he could do more to make it right!
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Instead of a burning fireplace, we had a register in the wall;
That kept the room well heated, measuring over five feet tall!
We would have these wonderful “fireside chats”, my Father, alone with me;
I look back and I remember them, and how wonderful did they be!
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Treasured moments
My Father and me chatting
Fireside fantasy

 

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Barry Childs

Wow, Larry. You must be very proud of him and the sacrifices made by him. Great write from a great poet.  Barry x

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Larry Ran

My Dear Barry,

Yes, he provided my sister, mother, and me, an unbelievable quality of life, never denying us anything.  I lost him way too early, shortly after his sixty-first birthday.
Thank you for your lovely comment.

Love,
Larry xxx

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Cherie Sumner Taylor

Hi Larry....What great memories!  Your father really worked hard to provide for you all and to still connect to you on a personal level as well.  I know you miss him...and writing about him keeps him close always...and now we get a glimpse of him as well through your loving words that immortalize him.  I can see you in him!  xo ;)

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Larry Ran

My Dear Cherie,

Yes, our times together, when he was home, are priceless to me.  From my early memories as a seven year old, when he would take me with him to the health spa at the downtown YMCA, and both of us get massages, to these wonderful "Fireside Chats", I shall never forget our times together.
I am honored that "you see me in him", for he was a great man.
Thank you, as usual, for your lovely, heartfelt comment.

All my love,
Larry xxx 

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