Thanks AGAIN for sharing the warm memories we all relate to!

My dad, as far back as I can remember and before he retired, has worked for different newspapers. So we've always had a daily paper in the house and him reading them. I remember fondly the smell of the ink.

My father worked 12 hour days at his pharmacy. He worked from 9 am to 1 pm on Sundays, even! But he always brought home all the Sunday papers. When you lived in NJ, that meant the New York Times, the Daily News, the Star-Ledger, the Newark News (until 1972), and the Philadelphia Inquirer.

Sunday was a newspaper festival in our house! I would wait eagerly all week for the Sunday sections - the Arts and Leisure or Books sections that made me feel connected to the greater world of ideas and culture that swirled in the metropolis far from our population-600 village.

Here's to all the fathers that imbue us with a lifelong fascination with current events and learning, with seeking insight into the world beyond our backyards. I love them and revere them all.

I will web-surf in remembrance of your love of the news, dear dad! How much you would have loved having the world at your fingertips. I wish you could be here still.

My father, who was born in 1909, did not get a lot of formal education because he was the oldest of five children and after his father died when he was l4, he was forced to quit school and help support his illiterate mother and his four siblings. However, he had been a very bright student and soaked up knowledge like a sponge, had a memory like a computer and wanted so much to know and understand things that he read voraciously in his rare spare time and was particularly partial to newspapers. Basically, if he wasn't working or engaged in family activities, he was readying a newspaper. Sundays were the best because there was a huge, multi-section paper and (after church) all of us spent hours reading. Any time he went to another town or city, his first priority was to seek out their local paper. All four of his kids followed this custom and in turn, all of their kids. In high school, our English teacher, Mr Sam Gorton, a graduate of Bates College, told us many times that we could consider ourselves well-educated if we would read a daily newspaper every day. I have noticed in my lifetime that those who do that are among the most intelligent, capable and interesting people I have known. Happy Fathers Day to all our wonderful fathers who too often go not only "unsung" but even ridiculed as big oafs in popular entertainment. Good fathers make us what we are. Thanks Shorpy and tterrace for stirring our memories to remind us of our beloved dads.

EVERY FATHER READS THE SAME NEWSPAPER

had a similar relationship at one time as well. I believe it was during the 1970s.

It has been said before and is worth saying again, you are quite the photographer. My father is now 72 and doesn't have similar features as your father, but oh, the pose - reading the paper at the kitchen table with the sun streaming over the shoulders is MY dad! Thank you for sharing your excellent photography of family life.

A great photo!

Thanks you for sharing it with us.

Patrick

Great picture, brings back memories of our house on Danvers Street in San Francisco. How things have changed.