Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

I don’t remember much about my childhood just snaps here and there. I remember waking up and hearing my mother washing clothes at the sink. She was singing to herself. It was a comfortable feeling. Like nothing could ever hurt me.

I remember the day I was going to the store and a gang of youths wanted to rob me for my money. And my father was running to help me. I flipped the boy on my back and struggled with them. Trying to fight to wait for my father to arrive. And finally the boys saw my father coming and dispersed . That was the day I knew my father loved me.

I have an illness, it robs me of much of my memory of the past. I no longer see my mother’s face. I look at pictures and the face dosen’t remind me. But my father I remember. He was a Teamster. He was big well over six feet. And he was strong. He delivered Kicherbocer beer.

I was born in 1951. We moved to Dorchester about 1956. Dad drove for Schlitz Beer. Around 1957 there was a strike. The union sent Dad to Medford to work for Kicherbocer Beer. The funny thing I remember is Dad didn’t drink.

He worked with Kic bc ww until he retired then he worked with me four many years in the electrical industry.

Schmitz was in Boston not far from City Hospital and the Dorchester line. Medford was a long drive from Dorchester. He use to get up at 4 in the morning to get to work on time. He would come home after I went to bed and have supper with mom.