Charles Lechner
My father was a mentor to all us and others. He never said no If it involved a learning event, sport or new challenge. He would laugh when my brother would take parts off my mother’s new car for his own, with my ma screaming in the background.
My father enjoyed driving with no purpose but to cruise the highway. Every time he bought a new car there would be a road trip. We were all glad when cars lasted longer than a couple of years.
He loved my mother endlessly. After high school , i spent part of the summer backpacking Europe. When i arrived in Detroit at the airport, no one came to pick me up, wtf. When i cabbed home i was in shock to see an above ground pool in the backyard and my mother soaking a broken foot from a fall while visiting London. My dad refused to let her suffer or take a season to build an in ground pool when she needed it now. That is who he was. He never stopped moving. He volunteered for anything and everything.
He was busy with his dental buddies, synagogue buddies, and zionist buddies, raising money and Israel bonds.
How many father’s would spend the time to build Heathkits for radio’s photocells, etc. let us turn the garage into an auto shop for the neighborhood. That was my dad. He is my hero, miss u always. Chuck Lechner