My Father GeorgeSunday, June 18, 2006
My father George taught me many things. Perhaps the most useful was how too cook since Rosemary cooked little when we married and gradually did even less. My father said, "To cook you must be able to make a sauce." That was the most practical cooking advice I ever received. I remember as a little boy being in bed with my father and both of us would sing, "Daisy, Daisy......." He read Leslie Charteris's The Saint books. He told me that Leslie was a man, in spite of his name and that the definition of such a name was epicene. This is perhaps why I called my second daughter Hilary. My father died when I was in the Argentine Navy in 1964. I took this picture on Carabobo Street in Buenos Aires two weeks before he died. These were some of his friends. The car is an Argentine built Siam Di Tella, otherwise known as an Austin A-60.