My father was a self-made man. When he was thirteen months old, his own father died in a coal mine accident. The county tried to take my father and his two siblings, but his mother worked in other people's homes to support them. In fact, the whole family worked--my father herded a family friend's cattle to and from the pasture and cut off chicken's heads for neighbors.
Dad was a good-looking guy and popular in school. His nickname was "Buddy," he excelled in sports, and was elected president of his senior class.
His first job, with General Tire, lasted almost forty years, and he founded a company golf league and bowling league on the side. He advanced to become the manager of the largest department in the Waco plant, won several sports trophies, and enjoyed his retirement.
But, most of all, he was a loving, caring father.