the Ridgewood blog Wishes all the Dads a Happy Fathers day !!!
The Origins of Fathers Day
The campaign to celebrate the nation’s fathers did not meet with the same enthusiasm–perhaps because, as one florist explained, “fathers haven’t the same sentimental appeal that mothers have.” On July 5, 1908, a West Virginia church sponsored the nation’s first event explicitly in honor of fathers, a Sunday sermon in memory of the 362 men who had died in the previous December’s explosions at the Fairmont Coal Company mines in Monongah, but it was a one-time commemoration and not an annual holiday. The next year, a Spokane, Washington woman named Sonora Smart Dodd, one of six children raised by a widower, tried to establish an official equivalent to Mother’s Day for male parents. She went to local churches, the YMCA, shopkeepers and government officials to drum up support for her idea, and she was successful: Washington State celebrated the nation’s first statewide Father’s Day on July 19, 1910.
Hackensack NJ, as a 20-year-old man in the mid-1980s, electrician John Keane survived Stage IV testicular cancer at Hackensack Meridian Health (HMH), receiving the most aggressive chemotherapy treatments yet administered by the health system at that time.
Ridgewood NJ, divorce is a significant aspect of life for millions of Americans, with the national divorce rate standing at 48%. Many divorced couples share children, leading to the complexities of joint parental care and the division of time spent with their kids. In light of this, Mixbook conducted a survey of 3,000 divorced fathers to understand how many will not be able to spend Father‘s Day 2024 with their children.
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Twp of Washington NJ, according to the Washington Township Police Department on Fathers Day, June 19th, our department along with numerous surrounding towns spent the day looking for multiple groups of people wanted for attempted motor vehicle burglaries / thefts.
Ridgewood NJ, the The Tobacco Shop of Ridgewood has been serving tobacco connoisseurs since 1979. Their Davidoff Lounge offers a sanctuary to maximize the smoking experience.
Some Woke activists suggested that Mother’s Day be called “Birthing Persons Day.” After all, some “pregnant persons” identify as men (or non-women) and don’t like being in a place called a “maternity ward.” If the birthing person’s pronouns are “he/him,” that person might identify as the child’s father though not contributing the paternal genetic material. Should “he” get a Father’s Day card?
Ridgewood NJ, according to the The National Center for Fathering (NCF) , some fathering advocates would say that almost every social ill faced by America’s children is related to fatherlessness.
As supported by the data , children from fatherless homes are more likely to be poor, become involved in drug and alcohol abuse, drop out of school, and suffer from health and emotional problems. Boys are more likely to become involved in crime, and girls are more likely to become pregnant as teens.
Ridgewood Nj, the Tobacco Shop of Ridgewood has a huge selection of fine cigars for Fathers day .There is also a Camacho In-Store Promotion going on now.
Ridgewood NJ, according to the website “Unbiased America” , the gift gap has grown worse this year. Fathers received $15 billion dollars worth of gifts this Father’s Day, $2 billion more than last year, according to an estimate by the National Retail Federation.
However, that’s only 64% of what mothers received on Mother’s Day this year! The gift gap has reached a record level!
It’s time to address this problem once and for all! Demand that congress pass common sense legislation mandating that fathers receive the same amount on Father’s Day as mothers receive on Mother’s Day! We’ve suffered too long with this gift gap.
Ridgewood NJ, Earl “The Pearl” Monroe will be appearing at Bookends in Ridgewood on Saturday, June 15th @ 2:00pm .The former New York Knick Star, will sign his new book: Earl “The Pearl” Monroe: My Story.
Vernon Earl Monroe (born November 21, 1944) is an American retired professional basketball player. He played for two teams, the Baltimore Bullets and the New York Knicks, during his career in the National Basketball Association (NBA). Both teams have retired Monroe’s number. Due to his on-court success and flashy style-of-play, Monroe was given the nicknames “Black Jesus” and “Earl the Pearl”. Monroe was inducted into the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame in 1990.
Ridgewood NJ, Today is Father’s Day, and Americans still see fatherhood as a vital role in a man’s life .A new Rasmussen Reports national telephone and online survey finds that 70% of American Adults say being a father is the most important role for a man to fill in today’s world. Just 17% disagree, but 13% are not sure.On that not the Ridgewood blog would like to wish everyone a happy fathers day
June 17, 2017 Fathers Day ~ June 18th 2017 17 S Broad St Ridgewood NJ 07450 201-857-5100
All Dads will Receive a Complementary Cigar!
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Ridgewood NJ, Fathers Day is right around the corner! Celebrate this special day here at Pearl Restaurant! Nonna Carmela is planning a special menu with her homemade pasta and famous Italian recipes! All Fathers will Receive a Complementary Cigar on us! 06/18/2017 Make your Reservations Today! (201)857-5100
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He helped me penetrate the mystery of fatherhood, even if it is a bit late.
Editor’s note: this article first appeared in THE AMERICAN on June 16, 2013.
Father’s Day always leaves me a bit uneasy.
It’s like a pair of really big shoes. Every year, I have to walk up and put my feet in them and look silly because I can never fill them.
And there is more than a whiff of coerced obligation to the whole thing, a sense that “Well, we have a Mother’s Day, so we probably ought to…” You know what I mean.
Fatherhood remains a mystery to me despite the fact that my wife and I have raised a son and daughter and now have five grandchildren. I lived inside that mystery for years — too close inside it to ever have perspective or fully understand it.
Adlai Stevenson — he of scholarly mien, presidential pretensions, and worn out shoes — once observed that “Paternity is a career imposed on you without any inquiry into your fitness.” Indeed, when I look back on my career as a father, it seems as if I was thrust into the middle of a wild and woolly game with only a vague idea of the rules, the boundaries, or the score. It was a game played hard and very fast, and I still don’t know whether I won or lost, or whether the game is even over.
Oh, and there’s another complication. I never saw my father. He left my mother before I was born. I never knew anything about him; never even saw a picture of him until I was nearly 60 years old.
I can’t say that I missed my father. I never really thought about him, that I can recall. I was raised in a strange sort of sitcom of a household with my two brothers, mom, grandmother, and two unmarried uncles — something now called an “extended family.” All in all, it was a happy family despite its fair share of Sturm und Drang. It was what I knew. It was “normal.”
One of my uncles, George McDonald (my mother’s brother), was probably the nearest I had to a “father figure.” I didn’t call him “Uncle.” He was always simply, “George.” He always drove when my twin brother and I went to church on Sundays with our mother and grandmother. After the movie or the dance at the youth center on Friday nights, I knew where to find him for the ride home. He would be nursing his single beer at the end of the bar in the Commercial Hotel, talking with the owner, Red Fiorina, one of his best friends.
If I have learned anything over the years it is that every father more or less writes his own manual.
