|My father, Ike Tipton, Sr. - 1954|
My father's name was Isaac Walter Tipton, Sr. He was known as "Ike."
I've posted about him before, and not always in the most flattering light. But he was my father and he is the one who "brought me into this world" as he often said to me but he usually ended that comment with "...and I can take you out." Nice huh?
Recently I came across a photograph of him while rooting through my Mother's paper. My Mother died last September and I am just now going through her things. There are several photo albums of photos that my father took. He wasn't much of a photographer; most of his photos are of indistinguishable landscapes or of his dogs or of my Mom. I don't think he ever took a picture of me, his oldest son or of my two younger brothers. We were just not of interest to him. However he did favor my youngest brother more than me or Isaac, Jr., the middle brother.
|Me (standing on the far right) with my two younger brothers John and Isaac - 1947|
You might ask how did the middle brother get to me "Isaac, Jr" and not me? When I was born my Mother told my father "I'm not going to name any of our children after that ugly name Isaac." Thus I was named "Ronald" after one of my Mother's favorite movie actors of the day...Ronald Coleman. I doubt if any readers of this blog know who Ronald Coleman was but he was a handsome, suave, British actor. As it turned out, I was appropriately named. I am (was) dark like Mr. Coleman and with prominent nose, high cheekbones and sensual mouth (oh la la). Mom named me right.
|Ronald Coleman, film star of the 20's and 30's|
|My "suave" years at Girard Bank (an ID photo with an air bubble under my nose)|
I was born in November of 1941. Then in April of 1943 my second brother was born. My father was born in April of 1920. My father was blonde. My brother was born blonde, platinum blonde as a matter of fact. No pictures of my father exist when he was the same age but I assume he was born also a platinum blonde which turned to a more muted shade of blonde he grew older as did my brother.
|Me and Isaac 1947 on the old family Packard|
When my brother was born in the same month as my father and the same hair color it was obvious that he would be named after my father. Thus my brother was named Ike, Jr.
|My brother Ike, Jr. 1943|
Getting back to my Mother's photos; I discovered one of my father which shows him with the personality as I knew him. My father was a big man (6'5") and very well built. He was a charmer and all the women (and most men) liked him. He knew he was a charmer and a few years before my Mother died she spilled the beans about how he used to run around on her when me and my brothers were just little boys. But that's a subject for another blog posting (or several blog postings) that I won't get into here.
What this picture shows is my dad smiling, something me and my brothers rarely (if ever) saw directed at us. I think I spent my whole life until he died in 2000 trying to please him just to get a smile like this from him directed at me. I never got it, not once.
|Pop and Ike, Jr. - this was my father's usual manner around us - stern|
I was a bit effeminate growing up but I soon discarded any of those mannerisms when I became aware that such actions would blow my straight cover (no pun intended). I butched it up.
Coincidentally or perhaps not so coincidentally I "married" a man much like my father. A very masculine, charmer who can build things and change a tire on a car (something which I haven't done to this day - I don't want to break any fingernails).
Yes, looking at the photo of my father smiling brings back pleasant memories of this very complicated man. And as Miss Martha says "That's a good thing."
|My father and mother 1979 - the body language says it all|