Frank Martin

Frank Martin, originally uploaded by Stephanie A. Richer.

My father, Francis Xavier "Frank" Martin. Born February 24, 1925, died March 16, 1995.

I am very, very fortunate. My husband's father was an abusive alcoholic, and I have heard absolute horror stoies of other people's fathers. Not my Dad - he was a great guy, a hard worker, and a good family man.

I am going to say that this picture was taken late 80's, early 90's - but probably in the 80's. For any Bronx-born folks out there, especially if you played on a local sports team, note his uniform - Bronx Umpires Alliance. My Dad, in addition to his day job, also worked as a local official, so he would have the money to put us three kids through Catholic schools, including high schools.

This picture was taken at the table that sat in our kitchen in our house on Perry Avenue. If it was daytime, from that window you would see Reservoir Oval Park.

Man, I miss you, Daddy. I loved the way you called me "Baby Girl" and "Stephanooch." I tell your stories to the kids, so they know about their Grandpa Frank. I was hoping one would have come out with your red hair.