Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day 2010


February 20, 1925
all 15 lbs 15 oz of my father came into the world

Morris Gardiner Bull


He was the son of Clarence Leonard Bull (1899-1941)
and Gladys Sarah (Coleman) Bull (1900-1972)

He had 1 sister Evelyne Lucretia (Bull) Neff
and 2 brothers Robert and Edward Bull

He lived in many houses during his young life.
His dad was a newspaper reporter. The photo's we have of that time period were taken by him.
It was a very hard life. Never making enough money for his family. There were many arguments and my grandmother would take the kids and leave him many times throughout the year. They could have been anywhere between Rochester and Buffalo during those years.




His dad died of a heart attack in the backyard of the farm in December of 1941.
My dad, who was just 16 at the time, found him, already gone.

He graduated from high school in 1943, was drafted into the army and shipped out to fight in WWII that fall. He saw action in the South Pacific, was in Japan and the Philippines.






When he got back, he met my mom
Lois Marilyn Hastings (June 23, 1928-January 16, 2001)

They were married on October 19, 1951.
They had 5 children.

Michael the oldest.
Cindy, Jennifer, Laura and Valerie (me).


Always a hard worker.
The head of our household - always in all things.

He was known for his booming voice - out the back door - when he yelled our names for the world to hear, when it was time to come home. The neighbor kids were all scared of him. He was 6'4" and kept his hair in a brush cut. But I knew he was just a big teddy bear, who loved his wife and family.

I am pretty sure he attended every concert and show I was ever in.
He was there for all of us - but ...

He has been gone 15 years now.
He went home to be with the Lord on July 29, 1995.
He battled prostate cancer for 7 long years.


So many things I wish I could have shared with him in these years we have missed. My dad wasn't perfect. But he was strong and determined. He stood his ground and he raised all 5 of us to be hard workers who always did our best. Although he met Old One and Tall One (who gets his height from him among other things) My dad never met Young One. The two older boys have have very sketchy memories of him, they were so young.

Someday they will meet, and perhaps we will all sing his favorite song -
as we gather around the throne of God ...


The Battle Hymn of the Republic (lyrics from wikipedia site)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
Happy Father's Day!