As the oldest child and son of Isaac Walter Tipton, Sr., I find that I am turning into my father. Not only do I now strongly resemble him in physical appearance, I have many of his same mannerisms.
The photos displayed on this post are of my father at age 70. I am 70 years old now. My father died in 2000, at the age of 80. He did not have one gray hair on his head. His beard was white, as is mine but no gray hairs. All of his ten brothers didn't have gray or white hair either.
I have some gray hair on the sides of my head and a few gray hairs on the top of my head. Those gray hairs come from my Mother's side of the family. My grandfather George Hadfield had steel gray hair. I'll never have a head of solid white hair which is just fine by me.
I was never close to my father. More his choice than mine. My good friend said my he was always afraid of my father. I told him I was always afraid of him too.
I've written about my relationship with my father before in previous blog postings so I won't repeat myself now. However, the one thing I will never forget about my father is that whatever I did, it wasn't good enough for my father. He mocked me the whole time I was growing up. By the time I left home at 18 years of age to join the Army, I thought I was the biggest loser in the world. I matured a lot during my three years in the Army. I found out that I wasn't the Worst Son In The World.
A few years after my father died my Mother told me that Pop was surprised that I completed a three year tour of duty in the Army. I couldn't believe what I heard. She said "Pop didn't think you would make it through basic training." I was totally confused. I told her "I had problems in basic training but I was always going to complete basic training. I never considered the option of quitting. Never."
|Me (center) with my brother John (on left) and my father - 1962|
After my father died, my Mother gave me a picture he had in his wallet. The picture is below. I did not know he had this photo of me which was taken on the firing range at Ft. George G. Meade, Maryland in 1962. This must have been the original photo because I had no other copy. I had forgotten about it.
|I'm on the right|
Who knows, maybe he was proud of me after all. It's a shame he never told me.