Showing posts with label Buffy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buffy. Show all posts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Tribute for Cap't Jack - The 5 Qualities

Preface: This post and the previous two posts represent a reprinted version of the speech given on April 6, 2013 at  the service for Jack W. Siulinski. 

     There are five qualities, to speak of, that really defined my Dad. The first quality was his love for animals. You may know that he loved dogs and was devoted to our family dog, Buffy, even though he seemed to yell at her a lot. Buffy did have a mind of her own! Dad would befriend dogs out in public every chance he got. He also loved birds and horses, which he was able to enjoy in his final years. His favorite activity at the Veteran’s Home was, no doubt, the horseback riding they offered there.



     The second quality was his humor. Dad had a pervasive sense of humor throughout his life as Paula shared. Some examples of his humor from the interviews in 2007: He was asked about school life in Rochester to which he replied, “I lived in a dormitory with a bunch of other schmucks!” When asked if he had an original plan for the size of his family, he said that he wanted a basketball team (5 on a team). I reminded him that he had more than a basketball team, and he responded: “well, more or less; I had a spare.” 

     The next quality that defined my Dad was his love of nature and being outdoors. I am glad that his service is in the spring. He was definitely an outdoor enthusiast.The short list of his preferred active passions is tennis, skiing, boating, camping, and biking. He also loved to BBQ.

The fourth quality was his love of travel, and Dad did a fair share of it, especially with his kids living in so many places.  During the interviews, he gave a thumbs-up for cruises, and particularly the food on the cruises.  Did you know he also traveled to Hawaii and Europe?  The picture to the left was taken in Heidelberg, Germany in 1996.  Two of the most fascinating experiences he ever had was flying over the Aleutian Islands when he was in the Navy, and flying in a helicopter over "The Grand Canyon of the Pacific", Waimea Canyon, on Kauai's West Side with Mom in 1994.  It was great that he got to see this beautiful place. 

Waimea Canyon
http://www.kauai.name/kauais-waimea-canyon/
     
     The last quality and the one that defined Dad the most, for lack of a better word, was his sociability.  His social nature of connecting so easily with others was true in both his personal and work life.  As a child, I remember getting the impression that he was so important and well liked which made me feel important as well. 
     Dad's social skills never faltered even to his last days. The caretakers at the Veteran's Home in Scarborough, Maine, would often say they loved my Dad. When we would stroll along the halls and grounds, they would stop us to say hi, to whom they called Cap’t Jack, and sometimes gave him a hug.  I believe this quality of sociability got passed on to all of the Siulinski kids, and what I suspect is that it will also be highlighted in our services when our time is up.


Closing thoughts: Having moved back to the east coast for a new job last fall, I was able to spend much time visiting my Dad during his last months. Speaking on behalf of my siblings: by being there for him, we were able to give back a little to the Dad who was always there for us.  No matter how different we were as kids and as adults, he always wanted us to be happy. During the family history interviews back in 2007, I asked my Dad how he would like to be remembered.  His response was: ”just being a nice guy..."
    
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Sunday, January 24, 2010

Our Family Dog – More Love than Headaches


What better topic to start up the blog in the New Year: reliving the experiences of having a family pet.  On Saturday, January 23, 2010, Claudia and I were reminiscing about Buffy - who lived a long dog life with the active Siulinski family. This post is a result of that conversation.

Mom and Dad were hesitant for a long time to get a dog probably because Mom thought she’d be taking care of it all the time – another “child” to raise. Claudia points out that Buffy was initially named “Bufferin” to refer to the headaches that Mom would be getting!

With six kids, there were bound to be alliances formed and in order to get a dog added to the family, it was necessary for more than one kid to advocate for it. So Claudia and I became the activists for the cause, but we also needed an opportunity of where we would find the perfect pet. The opportunity came when one of Claudia’s friends had a pet that recently had a large litter. Claudia and I rushed over to Gorham to check it out. The year must have been around 1970. Buffy was the first puppy in the litter to come right over to Claudia and I so the match was made instantly.

Buffy was both a lazy dog (read about Claudia’s memories in the next paragraph) and an active, energetic one or should I use the word – frantic?  For some reason, when shown the door, she’d bolt for the great outdoors usually returning in one or two hours soaking and smelling from some conquest mucking through the gully behind our house…hence the acquisition of Mom’s headaches. I used to wonder why Buffy would always run away from the property when given the chance – was it to get away from this crazy family or was it to act like the animal that she was?!

Buffy was a smart dog. She knew she was not supposed to be on the couch but she found a way. She actually enjoyed the comfort of our furniture on a regular basis, usually at night. In the morning, somehow she could tell who was coming down the stairs. If it was one of us kids, she’d stay put, but if it was Mom or Dad she’d pop off before they turned the corner! 

Buffy had a love-hate relationship with riding in the car. She liked to eat leftovers, that is OUR leftovers, but she couldn't hold the human food down if a ride came after the meal. While she loved riding in the car, we learned to make sure she hadn’t eaten before. One of our favorite memories of Buffy was her jolly display on Christmas morning: she’d open the gifts herself then proudly prance around the room showing them off to everyone.