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S' (d m FATHER OF THE l.IONTH By- Jutn Osborne Dear Fellers; As Father of the month, I want to say first, that all Dads thing and feel very much the same about their sons, so vdth your perinission, I will start this 3-etter over and just say: Dear Son: Twenty years this April,! was sitting beside your Mother's bed, very rnuch excited, also young and ineiqperie need ~ your Mother, said, "Its time to call the Doctor", I dashed out of her room and made a bee-line down the hall of the hospital, where I almost had a collision with the head-hurse, after e:xplaining the causc of my rush — she took over and said she would get the Doct'or -* after all she was used to this sort of thing, as it was a large hospital and several babies v/ere born there every day - in a few minutes the Doctor arrived and it seemed mj’’ presence was no longer desired and I vjas very de finitely banned from your Mother’s ibon. Regardless of the pain and agony 1 suffered for the next hour or so — no one paid the slightest attention to me, so along with several other prospective fathers, we paccd the hrJLl and p-a-c-e-d the hall, smoking innumerable cigarettes - after what seemed an endless time, the door vjas opened and out came the nurse, carrying a pink wooly object, upon closer inspection, it v^as red, it was very funny looking and it squirmed - before I could say "Jack Robinson" the nurse said, "Hero, hold your Son, for av/hile". So with trembling hands, I took you, son, and r/ith your head on my knees, and 3^our little feet against my stomach, I looked like, "Yes, I told the nurse, he does look a little like me, has my eyes and nose", then you let out a husky yell and turned your head from side to side, then crai.iriied your fist in your mouth, indicating that you were hungry, and if I Bsay junp a little ahead, I thinl: you will agree with ne, that you’ve never lost any of that desire for food in the past twenty years. Yes, we agreed right from the start that we would talce you firmly in hand and that you would grow up unspoiled, but after living near an "Old Maid" Aunt and various other doting relatives for several years, I began to a.sk myself just who had taken who in hand. The years passed swiftly by and soon you were big enough to do such chores as split the kindlin’ and no\i the laT/n, but I usually dnded up by doing the job myself, for fear you would chop off a finger v/ith the a>:e or clip off one of your toes with the lawn mov/er - I begane firraly convinced that 5rou just did not have the ability to handle tools of any kind - then one dry, ivhile looking over some of your model aeroplanes and seeing the skill and patience that went into their making, I knew then, that you had simply out-smarted your old Dad, and again I wondered just who had taken'who in hand. V/ell, Son, you are a full grown man now and are in a real man’s outfit, the U. S. Arny Air Corps, and I knov; you arc going to make us 0.II proud of you, ?/e are looking fonward to your first furlough home and vdien you come, it will just about be your 20th birthday and once again as I put my arms around you, I shall be proud of your young raanhood, so strong and straight, so fearless and unafraid, of all that lies ahead of you, but my mind will waiider back to the little bundle I held on my lap 20 years ago and I’ll know you’re still our "little" boy in spite of your height which permits you to 12>.ok down at Moms and me. (con’t ) next page
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