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My Father's Voice

Although my father, whose namesake I am, died twenty-one years ago, I just spent a hilarious and profound afternoon with him. For a few hours on a beautiful late spring afternoon, I sat out on the porch and listened to his inimitable voice beguile, instruct, and entertain me. He had me laughing out loud as I read through a large folder of letters he had sent me over the years. We were together again. It was his voice I heard, his voice speaking to me. It could be no other. In the beginning and end are the words. If we are lucky, we hear them.

It's sad to think that the era of letter writing may have ended and future generations left bereft of this deepest of consolations. Emails in a cloud won't do; they lack the soulfulness of the human hand. They delete the person.

My parents had nine children. I am the only son. My father and I were very close. I talk to him daily, but it is only with the approach of Father's Day that I reread his letters in an effort to honor him, to remember him. It is usually then that I hear him respond. One look at his handwriting -- so unusual -- and he is present.[tag]

From Fathers Day at Kenai (5847019587)
Fathers Day at Kenai (5847019587)
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And then the voice.

"The other day Mama saw a death notice of an Edward J. Curtin but happily he came from Brooklyn so it wasn't either of us. I told you things would get better."

"I am up at this ungodly hour (3:35 AM) because I just had sort of a nightmare in which I was an official hangman with the unpleasant task of hanging Mrs. Grossman, one of our neighbors whom I rather like -- very unpleasant stuff these dreams are made of. I don't think I'll delve into this one with my guru oranalyst."

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Back from a doctor's visit, he reports: "The doctor said I have only two problems -- from the waist down and from the waist up. But from the neck up I think I'm okay. Cogito ergo sum."

On my mother trying to buy him pants: "Seems that my waist is too big and my ass too small. I think I'll get a tummy tuck."

As a lawyer, he was regularly in court and would pen these epistles, as he called letters, while he was waiting for court to begin. "I'm sitting in the bullpen waiting for my case to be called. Today's case involves a group of fun loving youths who, at a certain midnight, took a watch from a woman at gunpoint. My client, of course, was just asking her for the time because his mother told him to be home by 3AM."

Sardonic, yes, but with a great human touch and a sense of care and empathy unmatched. "On Tuesday while waiting at the court a young black woman sat down beside me and said, 'You're myuncle, you're my great youngest uncle. I have five sisters and six brothers -- all no good.' I think she also said I was handsome and, after admiring my 'baldy' haircut, she kissed me on the cheek. Later, I was in court when she was remanded to Jacobi Hospital for observation. Very sad." He later visited her.

That's my father, a wonderful father, and not just to me or my sisters. He had a way with people that invited them to confide and trust him. His letters are not just jocular riffs that get me howling. There were many difficulties and tough issues to contend with. And his letters are filled with them too. They are like mini-short stories, akin to a father sitting beside a child's bed and telling him a goodnight tale. They always end on an up-note, no matter how serious what precedes. He was a storyteller talking to an adult son, just as in my childhood he would tell me bed-time improvisa-tions on the Pinocchio story, tales of lies and deceptions and badactors. Those stories had to have an edge to them, a bit of a question mark, just as his letters are peppered with the phrase quien sabe (who knows?) He knew and he didn't know; had strong opinions, but knew when it came to the human heart he didn't know it all. He respected the mystery and therefore had great empathy for individuals he encountered, and they sensed that in him.

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But there were exceptions. These were the larger public faces that dominate celebrity/political culture. For them he had no mercy. He had a "barge to nowhere" upon which he put these public personae he couldn't countenance. Sometimes the barge was an ark and at other times a cement barge, ready to sink. Either way it always went nowhere. We didn't always agree on his choices, but he loaded them on regularly. "Here is today's passenger list -- Andy Warhol, George Plimpton, Billy Martin, E T, Claus Von Bulow, Frank Sinatra. The barge departs for nowhere at 6:03 PM sharp." The list got longer by the years, so long that he was regularly saying that he had to add another barge.

These were his nowhere people, the detritus thrown up by an entertainment celebrity culture that he felt was destroying the soul of the country. He was right.

When on a trip to Michigan, he saw a tee-shirt for sale, he wrote that "it would be perfect for you. It reads 'Vote for Nobody'." He knew his son. And when he wrote that "it's a great big beautiful wonderful world, but half the people in it are nuts," I couldn't help laughing in recognition.

Voices bring presence. My father and I were together again through his letters. "I hope you are keeping some sort of record," Leonard Cohen intones in a song. It's good advice. Soon there may be for many no known father, no voice, no letters, no record, just some sperm deposited somewhere for someone. Nowhere fathers. I can hear my father saying, "You can bank on that."

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I teach sociology at Massachusetts College of Liberal Art and am a freelance writer and researcher.

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