The Growing Family

Travels with Dad

—-This is a story of a complex relationship with my father, Al, who I came to love and understand after he was diagnosed with dementia.—-

Somewhere along the educational journey, Al took an aptitude test.  The results of this test revealed that he had strong tendencies for teaching.  He went with it, and continued his education, pursuing a teaching certificate.  Guess what?  He quit that too.  Hated it!

While he was figuring that out, he landed a job at the Warren County Welfare office as a social worker.  After all, he had a wife and 2 kids, and needed an income.   Guess what?  He hated this too.  It was too difficult for him to see children and families living in poverty situations.  He would come home and say to my mother, “Gosh, we live in a palace and our kids look well.”   He was unable to successfully manage his feelings for those less fortunate, and be effective at work.  He could not continue on.  He quit.

So he began submitting resumes with the Federal Government.  His father advised him to secure a government job for the pay and security.   The plan worked.  He began his 26 year career at the age of 33, as a Management Analyst for the Feds in April, 1962.  A month later, I was born.

Two more little Fiore’s joined the family.  Paul in July of 1963, and Matthew, March of 1968.  This made the Fiore-Five.  There was no turning back now.  Al had some SERIOUS financial responsibilities.

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One Response to The Growing Family

  1. Kim Gifford says:

    I like the “Fiore Five” and your short sentences like “Hated it!” that give impact.

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