When he was just a mere lad, my father, "Buddy" Ternay, was told by his 7th grade teacher that he
would not be going into the 8th grade unless he completed a report about the country of China.
Having been raised by a tough and very independent Irish mother who didn't take crap from anybody, my father told the teacher, " I am going to be a farmer and I can't see how knowing anything about China will make me a better farmer." Pop walked out of the Olivet School on that day and never looked back. It was the end of his formal education.
My father was a very dapper young man.
He got his nickname because his good
looks reminded many of the then popular
movie star, Charles "Buddy" Rogers.
My dad met my mom, Helen Mason,
at a "Speakeasy" in Vineland, New Jersey. They soon eloped to Elkton, Maryland, to get married. It seems running off to Elkton in the heat of passion was what young couples did, kinda' like another fad of the times, marathon dancing.
into the hedgerow. It was his visual "touchstone" to an enjoyable part of his past.
farmed and loved for over sixty years. A week before he passed he said "If you own farmland, you've got to grow something on it." This is the last drawing I did of my father.
He will be missed by many.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Friday, May 2, 2014
"Karaoke" singers. I was tempted... but decided instead to indulge my ego within the comfort and safety of
my sketchbook pages. Maybe next time.
Welcome home, Pop.