Stories Of Fatherhood
He is a World War II hero, in the Army Ranger Hall of Fame, a Merrill’s Marauders survivor and leader, a former county executive in Flint, MI, and a stockbroker extraordinaire.
He’s the same Dad who not only attended every dance recital his daughters were in growing up – but stayed until the end. That’s about 16 years of “Miss Cathy’s” dance recitals.
They say everything you need to know you learn in kindergarten. Well, I learned everything I needed to know as a 10 and 11 year old caddying for my father. He played golf every Saturday and Sunday, unless there was snow on the ground.
He grew up in what was called a cold water flat in West New York, N.J., and like a lot of other first generation immigrants, my father, John Louis Montone, had a lot of brothers and sisters – about half of whom survived infancy.
I am a relatively “older” first-time Dad. In my 20s and 30s, so many of my friends had children and explained the joy of being a parent to me. I never could have imagined that joy until I actually did experience it.
My father, Cameron Cornell, was a newsman. He gave me his enduring love for the news business, through good times and bad – and he certainly had both.
This is just my third Father’s Day. My son, David, will be three in July. I always knew I wanted to be a Dad. I just had no clue just how much fatherhood resembles the steepest, fastest roller coaster at Great Adventure.