Mothers got there first. After President Woodrow Wilson signed a declaration making the second Sunday in May a special day for mothers, individuals in many parts of the country worked hard to establish a holiday for dads. But it wasn’t until 1966 that President Lyndon B. Johnson issued the first presidential proclamation honoring fathers, designating the third Sunday in June as Father’s Day. Six years later, the day was made a permanent national holiday when President Richard Nixon signed it into law in 1972.
Most of us, however, never needed a national holiday to appreciate the men in our lives, the fathers, grandfathers, uncles, husbands, and many others who serve as inspiration and role models for us and for our children. Father’s Day has never become as commercialized as Mother’s Day, but we know that dads everywhere will appreciate all those cards, phone calls, and homemade or store bought gifts that will be delivered today, along with many hugs and kisses.
We asked our writers to share with us their special memories about the men in their lives. We hope you find a moment to share your thoughts with someone special in your life.
They say a girl’s first love is her Dad and I am no exception. Whether making me lunch of ham rolls and salad in a cone (don’t ask), his bespoke bedtime stories of fighting sharks and mountain climbing (I believed him), our memorable ‘dates’ to the theatre (in my best patent leathers), interning at his office (file that under ‘G’ for goofing off) or giving me advice about boys (“they all want to sleep with you”) – I could always talk to my father honestly and without judgment. His humor and creativity ignited my passion for the arts and his love and gentleness gave me the security to choose a grounded, intelligent and devoted father for my children. How lucky they are to have two such men in their lives. Becky Langton
I have inherited a number of things from my father, Eric DiBlasi Sr., from the Italian schnoz (regifted from my just as awesome grandfather, Phil “Papa” DiBlasi!) to my deep love of music. He has played guitar since he was in high school, and I have many memories of sitting with him while he played Beatles tunes, showing me chords, the different effects pedals he used, all that cool stuff. It made me want to become a musician. Most important of all, though, had I inherited my mom’s dainty nose or been born utterly tone-deaf, the best thing I could still take away from my upbringing from my old man was that he instilled in me a good sense of character. He taught us (I have an older and a younger brother) that good people come in all shapes and sizes, whether they lived in a lush cul-de-sac or a trailer park, and how being a good person means far more than anything else in life. He is one of the kindest, funniest, and most easy-going people in the world, and I love him dearly. Alex Diblasi
The man behind the camera,is my husband, Chuck, the father of our four young adults, Patrick, Julia, Charles and Mariel. He taught a them all the value of hard work, something he always lived by. But, he imparted much more than a work ethic on his children. He has been there for their worst and best days with a sense of patience and gentility I have rarely seen in any other person; the qualities that I hope they will convey in their own lives. To Charles P. Kennedy, and the many fathers who have done so much for their children, we honor you. Happy Father’s Day. Marina Kennedy
My Dad has always been there for me, he’s a great man who is all about family. I wish everyone could have a father like him because the world would be better for it. I love you Dad and Happy Father’s Day! Jason Veduccio
My father was always the chef in our family. Our mother having grown up in a house with a cook and a maid never made so much as grilled cheese sandwich-she didn’t even know how to operate the stove, but my father had helped out his mother in the kitchen when he was young and the habit stuck. My brother took after my mother, but I soon became my father’s kitchen helper just as he had been my grandmother’s-in time he began calling me his sous chef. Winnefred Ann Frolik