A story about my Father, my hero
My father was born in 1926 in Montreal, Canada, and has lived there for 11 years. His parents were Leon and Edna Zareski. He was the eldest of three children, the other two – brother, Audrey and brother, Norman. Now I want to say about my dad. I want to get away from it, better understanding and recognition in her life, and who she is. And I get to know you with aspects of your life that you can not get familiar with – a soldier, a geologist, and a sports fan … but first …
My dad as a young boy – Ketchup story
Setting ketchup history is my dad's childhood home in 1931 in Montreal, Canada. 5 years old. Most of you knew my dad as a man who was immature, outspoken, and diplomatic. [Smile..] But it was not always …
My father's father (grandfather) returned home one night to find a home-made ketchup made by the neighbor lady. (Obviously, this was not the first such ketchup bottle.) My grandfather dropped out a few words, grabbed the ketchup bottle, opened the back door and threw the bottle into the cow leg
A few days later, the lady who made the ketchup , came over and asked how he liked them. My father (the boy) cried happily:
"Oh, dad threw ketchup to cows!"
Needless to say, this was the last bottle of ketchup that women had ever made for the family!
My father was a soldier
Tom Brokaw wrote a book about the generation of passionate men and women who fought in World War II – the book is called "The Biggest Generation". I am proud that my father participated in this "greatest generation". [Pause…]
For years – in fact for decades – he did not talk about his participation after the war. Only after the movie, "Saving Private Ryan," which came out 50 years after the war, began to open some of its experience.
Anything at the 18-year-old college said she almost lost her ring finger with her right hand in handball combat exercises in the boot camp when the military soldier's shoe caught her ring. , never loved wearing rings, his parents gave him this ring in 1944 as a high school graduation.
This is the ring and I can now wear it proudly.
Army 78th Infantry Division (known as "Lightning"), 311th Regiment
After the boot camp was completed, it was literally taken to the front lines of the European Theater where it fought in the Winter War in 1944/45. Rain and mud in December broke out in the January 1945 snow and bitter cold. Thick snow covered the hills and valleys and hung from the pine trees in a picture-carded beauty that led to the horror of the war
. Europe's coldest is full of 50 years. The infantry hit each hole in the snow every night and did everything to keep it warm and sleep. She told me how she would go without bath for two to three weeks. He explained that the most expensive clothing item was the sock – the only garment with two pairs of shoes. Wash a few as often as possible so that your feet do not rot. You see when you are under infantry or steady, your legs will be your most important tool. […] In the winter, 78th Infantry held the Siegfried line to the area of violent German attacks. In the run to the River Rhine, 78th was a bitter, painful struggle. From the city to the city, from foxhole to foxhole, from hedge to hedge, from cellar to cellar, from debris to debris strain, Germans resisted progress, but systematically killed or captured. Another famous battle in which action saw the Remagen Bridge. On March 8, 1945, just four days after his 19th birthday, he was among the first to launch the nightmare of the Remagen Ludendorff Bridge. The Germans fired from the bridge from the opposite hillside. Try to imagine what it was like to cross this bridge on foot and in a heavy fire. The balls flew everywhere … the aircraft was overturned against steel beams. He exclaimed that he never ran so fast in his life to get to the other side. [Pause…]
He told me that when the bridge was stuck, his battalion sat for a couple of hours on the hillside and watched with admiration while the Allied Forces literally crossed the bridge – soldiers, vehicles, kits, and artillery. He recently remarked that he was one of the most prominent attractions of his life.
This battle has been the subject of many books and films due to its historical significance. The spectacular crossing of Remagen and the bridgehead of the first Rhine Bridge meant an important turning point in the war and indicated the final phase of the destruction of Nazi Germany allies.  At 19 years of age Sergeant. He was the only member of his original team who stood – the others were killed or wounded in the battle. [Pause…] She once told Sharon that she thinks she has to live because everyone was killed around them. [Pause…]
On April 17, after 128 days of continuous front and intense fighting, 128 days of continuous fight, the Lightning Division was taken off the front line and placed a well-received rest in reserve. In 2000, he and Sharon returned to Remager for a 55-year reunion. When Sharon and one of the city's buildings came to one corner, he pointed to a window across the street and told Sharon that 55 years ago a German soldier shot and shaved the window.
My father was a geologist
After the war, in 1952, at Brooklyn College, New York, graduated from Bachelor's degree in geology. In the same year she married my mother, Eleanor Zaresk, and moved to Tucson, Arizona. I graduated from the University of Arizona when I came. My parents had two daughters – my sister, Carol and Lisa.
My dad was smart, worked hard and got a successful career.
As early as the early 1950s, a geologist and engineer in Utah and the West started off, where he and a few engineers found uranium deposits to the Atomic Energy Commission, one of the US government departments.
Does anyone know what the government is doing with this uranium?
They used to develop atomic bombs. [Pause…]
In the past decades, the 1960s, 1970s and 80s, a uranium sample from a discovery was presented at the Museum of Natural History in Washington. [Pause…]
Over the years, he rose to GS15 in government rankings, and when he retired, he was deputy director of the Natural Gas Supply Office and Director of the Oil and Gas Information System Energy
After retiring from the government in the early 1980s , joined the consulting firm Zinder Associates as Vice President. In 1981, my father married Sharon. The words can not express how grateful I am to Sharon for the unconditional love, dedication and absolute devotion Sharon has given to my father, especially in the last months and weeks.
My dad was an athletic fan
He liked to play golf. He was able (and lucky) to have two holes in his life.
Lelkes Redskins was a fan – the Redskins games were watched almost every week since the mid-1960s – it's over 40 years! 19659002] He was a huge baseball fan – In his youth he played sandlot baseball in New York. He made a great slider and tried to show me this track when I was younger, but I could never justify him.
Funny stories you remember …
My sisters and I enjoyed the unique game with my dad. It is called, "Dad pulls his belt and chases the three on the main floor of the house." We would also initiate this game. We laugh and we will scream at them immediately, fearing that they will be pushing their legs with his belt. Stinging is not too common, but thought was an exciting and terrifying game. Sometimes shaking the lights turned off.
Year 1971, my first year in W & M. If my dad was not, he should not have been at Freshman English, a writing course that was compulsory for graduation. For those who are too young to remember, in 1971 there were no desktops, internet, email or word processing capabilities. It was the typewriter. After failing my first written assignment, I sent a copy of each new job to my dad who repaired and rewritten the papers as needed and sent them back. Me or I could say I raised my final grade to C.
My dad said so little that he was not angry or disturbed. We played golf every Sunday at Front Royal. Early in the morning, he will lead the course and take home early in the afternoon. One Sunday afternoon at the beginning of the seventies when I got home, my father used to sleep. Well, I should have dropped to the wheel, because the next thing I know was passing through the car's side on the grassy midway on Chantilly's 50th Route. We got a road sign and we clicked through the car. Grass and hay fly through the open windows and go through our heads. Onlookers looked at the nearby fruit stand in surprise. Finally, I got control over the car and stopped, then I got back to the freeway. My dad, who was awake now, and squeezed his life into the seat, exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?" I said, "I'm trying to traverse us on the road!" Never said more.
My father and I had a good relationship. I respected and admired him. He is the man who had the greatest influence on the man I was. He is the man who had the greatest influence on the man I was. He is my hero. And our relationship only rose above the father and the boy. We were close friends. We had similar interests and we really enjoyed each other's company. Whether you're spending long weekends in Nags Head or Williamsburg, either in Sharon and Sandi's favorite restaurant, or just quietly at home, we've enjoyed lots of quality time.
I love him and I really miss him. ] Thank you all for coming here to support Sharon, my sisters and family and my family – and honor my beloved father.
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