The Teamster Power of Love
It's been a while since I've written about Teamster Daddy. But today marks the day of our T-Parents, (T- Mom and T-Daddy's) wedding anniversary. So the Big Teamster in the sky has been on my mind all day.
It's bedtime now and I'm still thinking about the parents who would be Mr. and Mrs. T. (And I'm not talking about Bloody Mary mixes, but come to think of it, that's probably something he drank a lot of, back in the day.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew instinctively what the day had meant to them. I started thinking about how young they were back then and what it must have felt like when they put on their fancy wedding clothes. I thought of how fresh faced and naïve they looked in their black and white wedding photos.
The year was 1958 and it would be a few more years before Teamster Time would roll on in and change the course of their lives even further after they'd walked innocently down the aisle of a quaint country church. Teamster Daddy may have looked naïve back then, but T-Daddy had built in toughness in him all along. And tough was good makings for a young man who was destined to become a Teamster.
Also, you had to be strong AND tough and extremely understanding to be betrothed to a future Teamster. And let's just say, Teamster wife had the patience of a saint. But come to think of it, heart and soul were good ingredients to possess in both love and war. And, believe me, both of them had plenty of that too...
T-Daddy's passion for Teamster Mom was apparent in those early days of marriage. It was evident in a myriad of ways. Like the constant declarations of love he showed to her in a thousand different ways, at any given time, in front of anyone, anywhere. They loved to dance slow and steady in the kitchen when a favorite song came on the radio. And that was a personal favorite scene of mine and an image I still recall when I think of them happy and in love.
And speaking of love, let's not forget the annual box of super-sized Valentine chocolate candy. T-Daddy gave T-Mommy the biggest gifts he could afford as well as the little gifts too. In those days, the big Teamster just kept on giving.
Teamster Daddy was kind and attentive, nurturing and generous and his love for T-Mother was evident for many years before it came to an astounding halt. Back then, his love for her was full of natural spirit even when he was becoming a leader of a new kind of fleet. So it comes as no surprise that he had equal passion for the International Brotherhood until the very end of his days.
It's just too bad that his first marriage to Teamster Wife didn't last as long as his second. And I'm talking about his marriage to the International Brotherhood of Teamsters here, not of wife number two or number three. Come to think about it, Local 480 was his mistress long before the tramps drove into town.
Back before the days of Hoffa and Watson, the days were full of Buddy and Elvis. The calendar was full of trips to Possum Holler instead of trips to Biloxi Beach and the Southern Conference where grievances were aired by one and all from time to time about one issue or the other.
I guess the problems started when there were too many nights spent out on the open road. When too many meals were forgotten, and too many people needed him so much in such a short amount of time. But you know what they say about too much of anything. Too many conflicts fatigued even the toughest Teamster eventually.
Broken engines can be replaced, but let's face it, broken hearts are harder to fix than any broken picket line. And there were a lot of them, starting with T-Mommy and ending with TD3. But I would like to end this evening reminiscing about a happy occasion and traveling down Memory Lane on a good note in honor of the big day.
There are many pages in all the old photo albums that proved to us and all who know my father, that even though a Teamster's love may not have always made for a good marriage, it sure did make an awesome family.
We're all Mack Trucks dressed up like powder puffs. Tough and powerful, yet soft and sweet.
Just like T-Daddy.
Now that's what I call the Teamster power of love.
It's been a while since I've written about Teamster Daddy. But today marks the day of our T-Parents, (T- Mom and T-Daddy's) wedding anniversary. So the Big Teamster in the sky has been on my mind all day.
It's bedtime now and I'm still thinking about the parents who would be Mr. and Mrs. T. (And I'm not talking about Bloody Mary mixes, but come to think of it, that's probably something he drank a lot of, back in the day.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew instinctively what the day had meant to them. I started thinking about how young they were back then and what it must have felt like when they put on their fancy wedding clothes. I thought of how fresh faced and naïve they looked in their black and white wedding photos.
The year was 1958 and it would be a few more years before Teamster Time would roll on in and change the course of their lives even further after they'd walked innocently down the aisle of a quaint country church. Teamster Daddy may have looked naïve back then, but T-Daddy had built in toughness in him all along. And tough was good makings for a young man who was destined to become a Teamster.
Also, you had to be strong AND tough and extremely understanding to be betrothed to a future Teamster. And let's just say, Teamster wife had the patience of a saint. But come to think of it, heart and soul were good ingredients to possess in both love and war. And, believe me, both of them had plenty of that too...
T-Daddy's passion for Teamster Mom was apparent in those early days of marriage. It was evident in a myriad of ways. Like the constant declarations of love he showed to her in a thousand different ways, at any given time, in front of anyone, anywhere. They loved to dance slow and steady in the kitchen when a favorite song came on the radio. And that was a personal favorite scene of mine and an image I still recall when I think of them happy and in love.
And speaking of love, let's not forget the annual box of super-sized Valentine chocolate candy. T-Daddy gave T-Mommy the biggest gifts he could afford as well as the little gifts too. In those days, the big Teamster just kept on giving.
Teamster Daddy was kind and attentive, nurturing and generous and his love for T-Mother was evident for many years before it came to an astounding halt. Back then, his love for her was full of natural spirit even when he was becoming a leader of a new kind of fleet. So it comes as no surprise that he had equal passion for the International Brotherhood until the very end of his days.
It's just too bad that his first marriage to Teamster Wife didn't last as long as his second. And I'm talking about his marriage to the International Brotherhood of Teamsters here, not of wife number two or number three. Come to think about it, Local 480 was his mistress long before the tramps drove into town.
Back before the days of Hoffa and Watson, the days were full of Buddy and Elvis. The calendar was full of trips to Possum Holler instead of trips to Biloxi Beach and the Southern Conference where grievances were aired by one and all from time to time about one issue or the other.
I guess the problems started when there were too many nights spent out on the open road. When too many meals were forgotten, and too many people needed him so much in such a short amount of time. But you know what they say about too much of anything. Too many conflicts fatigued even the toughest Teamster eventually.
Broken engines can be replaced, but let's face it, broken hearts are harder to fix than any broken picket line. And there were a lot of them, starting with T-Mommy and ending with TD3. But I would like to end this evening reminiscing about a happy occasion and traveling down Memory Lane on a good note in honor of the big day.
There are many pages in all the old photo albums that proved to us and all who know my father, that even though a Teamster's love may not have always made for a good marriage, it sure did make an awesome family.
We're all Mack Trucks dressed up like powder puffs. Tough and powerful, yet soft and sweet.
Just like T-Daddy.
Now that's what I call the Teamster power of love.
posted by Teamster Daughter at 8:30 PM
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