Did my Dad tell stories that may have been a stretch?
ummm….yeah, i guess, sorta.
But it took one remark from my teenaged son to turn my world upside down.
I was retelling Dad’s story about witnessing the blimp Hindenberg fly above the gas station he was working at, towards its demise, in New Rochelle, New York. After a short pause, Mike said, “You sure about that one, Dad?”
“Whatta you mean?”
Mike replied, ” It just seems like Grandpa sure witnessed a lot of incredible things in his life. Strange that it is so much.”
I paused for the loooooongest time.
Could Dad have been telling me lies?
I will tell you a handful of other Dad stories and perhaps you can help me determine if my beloved Pop was nothing more than a BS artist.
1. Dad heard the live broadcast of Orson Welles War of the Worlds, but never thought for a second that we were under Martian attack, even though everyone else did think so.
2. My favorite- my Dad travelled by car with some buddies in 1929 across country. Somewhere in the wild west, the boys witnessed a live, for real, gun shootout on the main street of a tumbleweeded town, resulting in the loser’s death. The winner of the shootout walked over to the boys and bragged about his victory. Seeing a man die in person caused my father to lose his lunch.
3. Before World War II, Dad was befriended by a dapper European fellow in New York City, and they did all sorts of stuff together. One day, after a lengthy friend absence, Dad spotted his picture tacked to a telephone pole- his buddy was a wanted German spy.
Now, in today’s world, is some of this stuff checkable?
I think so.
Good chance that there is some kind of internet document that shows the Hinderberg’s complete travel path on the day it burned up. I would then be able to see if it flew over New Rochelle, as Dad said.
But I ain’t sure I want to go there.
I think I am happier just choosing to believe what I have always believed.
The stories aren’t any less entertaining….
Whether they be true or lie.