In honor of Father's Day

My father Leigh Radding lived during the Great Depression, served in WWII, was a jazz drummer, and a gentleman.

While serving he drummed with the indigenous people of New Guinea and played drums during a USO show. While other kids were listening to "happy choo-choo train" songs, I grew up listening to Miles, Brubeck, Monk, and Bartok.

My dad read me bedtime stories, taught me to play baseball, change a tire, tie a necktie. and always look a lady in the eyes when talking with her. And so much more.

I wrote the following poem for my father. __ Dad __

Stories read to me Every night. Baseballs hit And caught in flight. Nursery songs By Brubeck and Miles. Making up stories And making smiles.

Playing his drums For show and tell. Old Spice and Blackjack Familiar smells. Necktie tying Patiently taught. Teaching that Honor Can never be bought. Look a lady In her eyes. Carry a handkerchief If she cries.

Gentlemanly skills Lovingly taught. By a gentle man, In war who fought.

Miss you Dad, Every day. Hope you’re proud Of who I am today.