|Young Ike Tipton (not a mug shot but an employee ID for Lukenweld Steel)|
My father would have been 92 years old this year. He died August 22, 2000. He was 80 years old when he died. He died of lung cancer. He smoked all his life. He was told to stop smoking but he never did. Stubborn to the end, that was my father.
I normally don't post anything on Father's Day just as I never did much to celebrate Father's Day when my father was alive. We weren't that close. I was the oldest of this three sons. I fit the gay stereotype in that I had a distant relationship with my father and a close relationship with my mother.
Since I was 22 years old I have been in a 48 year relationship with an older man (13 years my senior) who in many ways was like my father. In fact, when my father was alive my partner/spouse/whatever and he were very close. They were buddies, on the same wave length. Ironic, no?
I decided today to post a photo montage as a tribute to the man who brought me into this world (as he often reminded me which he finished with "and I can take you out." Oh yes, he did say that on more than one occasion when we had a disagreement).
Before you view the photos here is a little of his background. He was born near Pigeon Roost, North Carolina. He was the fifth son of a total of 12 sons (no daughters) of my paternal grandparents Fieldon Jacob Tipton and Hester Lewis. My grandparents and father (and uncles) were Appalachian Folk or what is more commonly known as "hillbillies." My grandfather Fieldon moved his family from the mountains of western North Carolina in 1930 to southeastern Pennsylvania to work as field workers at his brother-in-law Don Byrd's farm in New Garden, Pennsylvania. Many of the mountain families moved to southeastern Pennsylvania during the Depression to find a better life for their families. My father met my Mother when he was 19 years old on a double date (he was the other date). About a year later they eloped to Elkton Maryland (my Mother was still in school and only 16 years old) and got married November 2, 1940. I was born almost one year later on November 9, 1941.
The following is a photo history of my father, Isaac "Ike" Tipton:
|My dad liked to play guitar and sing hillbilly music - another Hank Williams - 1938|
|Ike Tipton still strumming away on his guitar at his first home after he married my Mother|
|Isaac Walter Tipton, Sr. - tall, blonde, handsome, charming - Ladykiller|
|Mom, Pop and me (a few months before I was born) - 1941|
|Pop, Me (the chubby baby) and Mom in Mineral Springs, PA - 1942 - I have arrived|
|Me with Pop (far right with my hand on his shoulder) and my two brothers John and Isaac, Jr.|
|Pop (tall man on right in back) with 9 of his 10 brothers) - 1961|
|Pop with the love of his life - my Mom - 1960|
|Pop with my two brothers John and Isaac - 1960|
|Pop and Mom - with his ever present cigarette|
|John, me and Pop - 1962|
|Pop with his dog Pepper, Mom and me - 1972|
|Pop making his famous vegetable soup recipe with veggies from his own garden - 1978|
|The last time I saw Pop a few weeks before he died August 2000|