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Francis Slattery was as ornery as they got and could be a total asshole. I used to joke that he could clear a room faster n anybody I knew. Though he was a great union supporter and a lifelong Dem, he had a strong racist streak and his hero was John Wayne, fer crap's sake. But he was also a great Dad, and considering that he never made it past the 10th grade, he knew what was happening in the world. His old man was Irish and had a wife and kids in Ireland. She died, and those kids were pretty much on their own, so he emigrated here and, in an arranged marriage, wed my grandmother (who was 17 at the time - he was in his 40s.) He proceeded to sire 8 kids, of which my Dad was the second oldest, before dropping dead of a heart attack. When the old man died, Dad quit school to help support the family as best he could. His mother, still a young woman, decided to check out what she'd missed getting saddled with an old husband and kids and started screwing around, so much so that Social Services took the younger ones away.
At that point, Dad joined the Army and he often said he wished he would have made a career out of it. A really bad temper and er. . .trouble with authority. . .ended that, but not before he saw action in Europe, including D-Day.
His later years, when he was stricken with Alzeimer's blurred what was left of his mind, but his Army memories still remained clear. He died 5 years ago, which was a blessing, really. But I thought about him a lot today, and how much he would have appreciated and loved the whole memorial thing. In a lot of ways, the service straightened him out and taught him things he never got in the chaos that was his family life growing up.
He loved his labor brethren, his country, and his daughters. Yeah, he could be a total dickhead, but he never let any of 'em down.
I'm hoisting one for Francis right now.
eileen from OH
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