San Francisco October 2005

Newport Beach Summer 2005

Father's Day

Father's Day, the day we honor father's. This year like the one before, I will not be able to pick up the phone or make the five-hundred mile drive to my Dad's retirement home in Cherokee Village, AR to celebrate. This year I will remember, I will remember him and my older brother in the front yard on a warm sunny California day working in our vegetable garden or tending to the chickens and ducks we raised. I will remember him and my Mother taking me to the Circus when I was four and remembering how secure I felt when he would pick me up in his arms and carry me into my bed after we arrived home. I will remember him taking me on my first trip to Disneyland in 1963 by car, just the two of us. I will remember all those trips he made to my concerts, graduation from High School and College. I will remember that I wouldn't be able to be in graduate school without his encouragement and support. I will remember when my Dad, my brother, and me were all together in our tux's on my wedding day. I will remember when my Dad, my Father in Law, my Son and me went to see the Dallas Cowboy's play at Texas Stadium. I will remember the many trips my step-mother, Irene, and him made to visit our family especially the grandchildren. I will remember how every time we talked he never failed to ask about Joshua, Courtney and Ashley. I will remember when my son and I went to visit him and the three of us went fishing together. I will remember sitting by my Father's bedside, my brother on the left, all of us together, praying together, and after finishing Dad taking our hands in his and kissing them. I will remember standing in front of his church and performing his funeral; standing at his graveside and saying goodbye.

So today as we honor our Father's, remember as much as possible those thing's that are worthy of remembering.
I miss you Pop.

Mt. Gorgonio January 2006

Mother's Day

This is Angelica, my mother. She passed away in September of 2002. She was the eldest of three children and was born in 1920 to Spiros and Esther Cordellos of San Francisco who lived on 42nd Street in the Sunset District. She was married to William Scott and had two sons. She was also married to Walter Amos until her death.

She loved the beach, a good party, the night life, dancing, traveling, jewelry, fine restaurants, and a good martini. She loved her grandchildren and made many trips just so she could spend time with them. She was thoughtful, affectionate, giving, and caring. She worked hard during her life and always tried to provide the very best for her family.

A Memorial Service was held in her honor with close family; her ashes were scattered in the Pacific Ocean near Half Moon Bay at her request. She is dearly missed.

Art, Sheldon and Williaim

This is the only picture that I know of that exists of my brother, father, and me together. The picture was taken at the Lindale Methodist Church in Lindale, Texas on September 23, 1978.

Joshua