Meanwhile, in the interests of fair and balanced reporting..............
He has had a really interesting life. His family was a prominent one in his small, east European hometown, where, for many years, his father was the mayor. He became accustomed early in life to special treatment. His mother's pride and joy, as a young fellow he would not drink milk if Maruschka, the servant girl, had milked the cow, only if his mother had. My mother-in-law, may she rest in peace, always called me Maruschka.....Hmmm!
During the War he was plucked from in front of a firing squad, moments before he was due to be shot, when a high ranking officer, walking by, recognized him as a fellow countryman.
He had several other very narrow escapes, balanced by a good portion of both good luck and ingenuity.
He is fluent in a whole string of European languages;
He found ways to survive and put food on the table when all the odds were against him;
His children were always fed and decently clothed and given to understand that they'd better work hard in school...... Or else.
He helped many friends and acquaintances get to this country, after he was established here, by agreeing to be their sponsor.
He introduced us, but regretted it when we decided to get married as, in his opinion, the entire Irish race were a crowd of rowdy drunks.
He almost didn't come to our wedding when I dug in my heels and insisted it be in Ireland.....
But then moved heaven and earth to get me and my toddler home when my own Dad was dying and time was running out.
He was tall and handsome [and vain as a peacock.] Still the nattiest dresser in town, and a fine looking man for his age......As he will be the first to point out to you [in case you didn't notice.]
How'm I doing? Fair and balanced, with just a few wobbly bits? That rebel Irish brat inside me keeps leaking out through the cracks. I'm doing my best though, to shove her back in.....and point her up the hill to the high road.