Thursday, July 20, 2017

Week 3 of 52

Week 3. What memories do you have of your father (his name, birth date, birthplace, parents, and so on)?

My Dad Joseph John Tencza, was born  August 29th 1944 to Joseph and Marguerite Tencza in New Port, Rhode Island

I have so many memories of my Dad, but most of them revolve around our milatray moves and the long extended road trips to get from one duty station to the next.  Our longest trip was coming back stateside from Hawaii.  We had to pick up our car in LA, where we stayed with my moms aunt and uncle for a few days to adjust. Then it was cross country to Maryland.  We crossed through some beautiful country on that trip and got a chance to hike in Zion National park.  My other fond memories all have to do with road races.  My father was an avid jogger and would drag my brother and I along for fun runs. 5-10K.  We were always moving

I was lucky enough to have him around for 33 yrs of my life. Unfortunately he lost his fight with Leukemia April 8th 2007  

Monday, July 10, 2017

Week 2 of 52 weeks of questions

I'm joining along with a fellow blogger on this journey. Of answering  one question for the next 52 weeks. ( Lora got the idea another blogger some time ago but is just now starting). The whole idea is to tell your own story by answering one question a week.

Week 2: When and where were you born? Describe your home, your neighborhood, and the town you grew up in.

When: January 15, 1973  I was an Emergency C-section because my mom was running a high fever and wasn't progressing with her labor.

Where:  Weisbaden, Germany in the Military Hospital.  I honestly can't tell you about Germany as I really don't remember much from my first 2 and 1/2 years.  I also didn't have a childhood home as we moved every couple of years.  If I had to pick one place it would be Upper Marlboro, Maryland.  My mom's parents home.  My brother and I would spend weekends there when my Dad was stationed at the Pentagon.  It was also the place we would go in between moves when all our belongings were packed up for shipping cross country.  I still remember the hillside home with a daylight basement and the creepy area that was the furnace room/ workshop.  Playing hide and seek in the dark and catching fireflies