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Today is November 11th, 2016
and it is Veterans Day here in America. It is a day that we celebrate, honor
and thank those brave men and women who have given so much of themselves to
serve our country in our Armed Forces. I am so very thankful for the job these
men and women perform on a daily basis, for the sacrifices not only they make
but their families as well, for the assurance that they are there both night
and day keeping me and my family safe. Over the years I have been privileged to
know many who have served and I have been even more privileged to call them
friends. Today however I am writing about one man who has served in the United
States Air Force. A man who served during the Korean War. This man loves his
Lord, his country and his family and shows it every day. This is a man I am so
very proud of and love so very much. This man is my father but I am proud
because I can call him Dad!
Leslie Thomas Haar was born on August 28th
1930 in Fresno, California. One of my very favorite stories about my dad is
that he was born an identical twin. He and his brother, my Uncle Stan, are so
identical that the only difference between the two are their thumb prints. All
the lines in their thumb prints are the very same, except for one….on one the
line goes up and on the other down. It is truly amazing to see these two men
together and when I was a little girl and our families would get together I had
to be very careful which one I called Dad! I always would remember what clothes
my Dad would be wearing on that day so I would get it right…..but even then I
know I called my Uncle Stan “ Dad” at
least a few times. If you think it was difficult for me as a little girl to
tell these two guys apart imagine my mom….who dated and married my dad and had
to tell them apart! My dad is a wonderful musician and he played in his school
bands while growing up. He marched in the Rose Bowl parade one year and also
performed in some Hollywood productions. Every Christmas Eve my family and I
sit and watch It’s A Wonderful Life. I love that movie and l love watching it
with my family and the memories that we make every year. I so enjoyed the year
when my children were old enough to really understand because when we got to
the scene when Jimmie Stewart and Donna Reed were dancing in the gymnasium and
the floor was separating and the pool was revealed my dad was actually playing
in the orchestra. Oh yeah that was a fun moment!
My Dad served in the Air Force during the
Korean War. He served in the 18th Fighter Bombing Wing and the 12th
Fighter Bombing Squadron. He was an Airman First Class. My Dad shared stories
about his service over in Korea and I have many memories of him sharing many of
his memories with us. I treasure those times. My favorite story though is one
he started telling me when I was a little girl. He told me how when he was over in Korea my
Grandfather would send him care packages from home. There would be lots of
things in the package but the one thing that was so important was the can of
Spam! Never underestimate the power of Spam! My dad would open his package and
there would be the Spam all nestled snug and secure in the box. My Dad however
didn’t keep that Spam to himself….he opened it and shared it with his “buddies”
or the guys he was serving with! They would heat it up over their little stove
and share this special time together! I have always treasured this story and
every time I hear this story I picture my Dad sitting there enjoying his Spam
and the laughter and companionship that he shared with these men. It was only
after I was grown that the true meaning of this story hit me. For you see that
is exactly who my Dad is…..he is a gentle man who shares what he has with the
people that he loves and cares about. No matter who he is talking too or
spending time with he always makes that person feel special, valued and
important to the conversation. This is one of the many gifts that my Dad has
and one I so deeply admire!
My Dad married my Mom on October 8th,
1961 and they have now been married for 55 years. Do you know that when they go
out together they still hold hands? I love that about my parents. One afternoon
when they went to see a movie a woman
commented that she thought it was so sweet that they were holding hands. My Dad
chuckled and responded with a smile “ we do it because we have to hold each
other up so we don’t trip and fall.” Of course that brought a laugh to the
people in the theater but I know the real reason they still do it. Love and
commitment and the real caring about each other….these are the values that my
Dad and Mom both have and I am so proud of that!
On August 11th, 1962 I was
born. I have so many treasured memories of my Dad growing up, memories that I
cherish and that make me cry in a heartbeat. My Dad worked for Pacific
Telephone when I was growing up and for a while he worked the four to midnight
shift! He would come home long after my homework was done and I was tucked into
bed but every night I would wake up and see the glow of the TV in our living
room. That was my signal that my Dad was safe at home and I would quietly get
out of bed and go and see him for just a minute. I would come into our living
room and there he would be watching a little something on TV and eating out of
his half gallon of ice cream container. I would snuggle up to him, get a little
bite of ice cream and then he would carry me back to bed and tuck me in. My Dad
never turned out my light when I was a little girl…. I always blew it out….LOL.
My Dad was always there when I was growing up. He taught me how to shoot a basketball
and throw a baseball. He put a window box under my bedroom window and then
watered my pansies for me because he knew how much I loved to see their happy
faces! He spent long hours helping me with algebra so I wouldn’t fail that math
class. He was there when I broke my arm and took care of me when I had the flu.
He shared his love of old movies with me as well as his love of books. He
taught me how to drive in the parking lot of the Junior College near our house
and was VERY understanding when I wrecked the car…grins…He made me feel special
and beautiful when I was feeling awkward and ugly and most important of all he
always reminded me that he loved me…even when I was angry, or embarrassed or
felt like I didn’t have a friend in the world. He would make pancakes or French
toast on Saturday mornings and let me sleep in or curl up with a book while he
made them! More importantly however he showed me by example how to treat
others, how important it is to be kind and caring and honest…to be loyal to our
country and to respect its leaders. He showed me what being a Christian
meant…not just in words or making sure I was in church on Sunday mornings but
by example because that is how he lived his life! He gave me away at my wedding
and accepted Scott as his own son. He was so very proud to become a Grandpa not
only to my Andrew and Emily but to Jon’s boys as well. Family is all important
to him and he has been there for all the good memories as well as the tough
times, always reminding us how much he loves us! Andrew and Emily treasure the
time they spend with both their grandparents and there are many memories there,
from trips to Disneyland to outings at the park, a game of Monopoly, or Chicken
Feet, Cribbage or Clue! Andrew has taught my Dad how to use his IPhone and to
wear his baseball hat backward and my Dad has taught him about airplanes, the
military and how to be the best man possible.
