Wednesday, June 26, 2013
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Friday, June 14, 2013
Happy Father's Day to my Two Sons
This column originally appeared in The Sun Chronicle on June 14, 2013
AN INSIDE LOOK
By Bill Gouveia
This Father’s Day weekend, dads everywhere are preparing for the many honors and lavish praise that willbe heaped upon them by their grateful and appreciative families.
Well, a few are. Most are just hoping to be able to relax and get a little attention this Sunday. Dads are generally not known for having overly high expectations.
My Father’s Day will be spent visiting my youngest son and his family in Baltimore – and being treated to the Red Sox-Orioles game at Camden Yards. I’ll see my other son and his family when I get home on Monday. I’m looking forward to it all.
My father is gone now, as well as my stepdad. Naturally, that changes the way I celebrate this particular holiday. But what has given me a new and deeper appreciation of Father’s Day is the fact my sons are now dads themselves - and spectacular ones at that.
As a grandparent, you have the luxury of being able to appreciate the easy and fun part of parenting. There is nothing like enjoying your children’s children, especially when they are as wonderful as mine. You remain a father to your own kids, but in a different role. You get to watch them parent, with your own experience (including mistakes) allowing you to observe and analyze a bit.
Though I confess to not being overly objective, I am extremely proud of my two boys. My oldest has a five year-old son (did I mention his name is William?) and is expecting a new baby in just a few weeks. My younger son has a 14 month-old daughter who melts her Grandpa’s heart every time she smiles.
They are wonderful kids, due in no small part to their two terrific moms. But these children really lucked out in the dad department. They have intelligent, caring fathers who are strong enough to support their children in every way – including knowing when to be firm and when to relax the rules.
It’s sometimes hard watching your children beparents. You see them punishing your grandchild, or perhaps just being a little strict with them in ways you might not be, and you have to stop yourself from commenting. Or maybe you think they are being too lenient, and you catch yourself about to give unsolicited advice.
In today’s world of car seats until they are 21, non-competitive sports leagues, and day-care entrance exams, parents have new and different methods and duties. Mysons have handled their end of this seamlessly. They are totally involved in all aspects of their children’s lives, embodying the spirit and very definition of co-parenting.
And oh, do they love their kids. There is little in this world that makes me feel better than seeing the pride and love in the eyes of my children when they talk about their own kids. It shows in everything they do and say, and is reflected in how much my grandkids obviously adore their dads.
They are so much better at this parenting thing than I ever was, no doubt influenced by the example of their mother. They understand the need to balance career and home, and they never miss the opportunity to enjoy quality family time.
And yet they are dads in a lot of the “traditional” ways (I know I’m not supposed to use that term anymore). On Opening Day this season, my oldest took his son to Fenway Park. My granddaughter was the only child in daycare in Baltimore to wear a Patriots shirt the Friday before the AFC Championship game. And while their kids are not brought up to “hate”, each will go through life with a strong dislike of New York teams.
As much as I’d like to take some credit for the kind of fathers my boys are, I can’t. They have earned it all themselves. They still have a long way to go and a lot to learn, and will discover it gets tougher as you and your kids get older. But they have already shown they are more than equal to the task. That makes this dad very happy.
Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there – especially the ones who have helped raise other great fathers.
Bill Gouveia is a local columnist and can be emailed at aninsidelook@aol.com and followed on Twitter at @Billinsidelook.
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Monday, May 27, 2013
Memorial Day Memories From Norton
Originally appeared in The Sun Chronicle on May 27, 2013
AN INSIDE LOOK
By Bill Gouveia
This Memorial Day weekend I joined millions ofAmericans in honoring those who are no longer with us, particularly the brave men and women who gave their lives in defense of this great nation.
Having lived in Norton pretty much my entire life, I have been privileged to meet many outstanding local war veterans who were fortunate enough to come home from their distinguished military service. They have been my elders, my teachers, and my friends. They have taught me much about service to my country, service to my community, and perhaps most importantly service to my fellow citizens.
It is only fitting that I take a moment and honor a few of them here today. They would never seek out this recognition, and would probably shun any praise that came their way. But who they are, what they have done and in some cases continue to do is important and servesas an example for each and every one of us.
When I was at Norton High School, one of my favorite teachers was an older gentleman from town named Ralph Rubin. Mr. Rubin taught history among other things, and was the ultimate gentleman. He had a kind and gentle manner, and sometimes seemed a bit out of place with the “cool kids” he was teaching.
But so many of us truly liked and admired him. Partof the reason was the discussions he had with us about his military service. A veteran of WWII, Mr. Rubin was a fixture at local veteran celebrations both in school and during the town ceremonies. He was riveting to us because he always told the same story.
It involved his good friend who died near him on the battlefield. Time has dimmed my memory somewhat, but I seem to recall the soldier’s name was Frank Maroni. So many times I would hear Mr. Rubin tell us the story of Frank Maroni and his heroic exploits, as well as his noble death. The tale was told with emotion and pride, and we never got tired of hearing about it.
Another WWII veteran I have been honored to know for decades is Herb Church. Part of a family with deep roots in Norton, Herb has also often related his personal stories of serving his country. But more than that, he has spent much of his life since then serving and protectingthe memories of local veterans.
Herb has been an integral part of local veteran organizations, and for as long as I can remember has been honoring service men and women. I have watched him march in countless parades proudly wearing his uniform. He is quiet, unassuming, and yet the first one to step up for veteran causes. His recent offer to provide for the Sgt. Trent Memorial Park is yet another example of his selflessness and civic pride.
Last but not least is Al Watson, one of the true backbones of Norton’s proud veteran’s heritage. Tough as nails but with a soft spot for our military personnel, this veteran has made it a part of his life to keep the memories of local service people alive.
For decades he and his fellow veterans have made sure the grave of every veteran has been properly and respectfully marked to honor their service. From flags to ornate metal plaques detailing their military careers, Al Watson and others have made sure none of us will forget the sacrifices of those who have helped make our lives today possible.
You had better not fly an American flag improperly around town anywhere, because Al will see it and has no problem letting you know it needs to be corrected. One of the true local characters making Norton such a unique place to live, his contributions should be appreciated by the entire community.
I’m sure virtually every town has men and women like these local heroes, people who represent the best of their generations and the principles of service to this country. I hope this weekend they and in some cases their memories were honored and remembered.
And I have to wonder if somewhere, the family of Frank Maroni knows that a couple generations of a small Massachusetts town grew up knowing of his brave sacrifice.
Bill Gouveia is a local columnist and can be emailed at aninsidelook@aol.com and followed on Twitter at @Billinsidelook.