Grandpa and Bailey

Grandpa and BaileyHere’s Grandpa Allen with an infant Bailey.  Grandpa had the same effect on all his grand kids 😀

Grandpa loved his grandkids and loved being a grandparent more than just about anything.  He never grew tired of telling them stories and bad jokes.

 

We miss you Dad.

First Kiss

First Kiss
By Howard Allen

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At first they stood toe to toe, as if wary of the others place. He looked at her with a new interest; she examined him curiously.

They were in a green and shady backyard. The afternoon was warm, the shade of the tree they stood beneath,
cool and refreshing.

Now, in a moment frozen in time, he gently rested his hands on her shoulders, while she placed her hands around his neck.

He brushed her lips gently as her blue eyes widened with surprise.
“Oh!” she murmured.
“Gosh!” was his one syllable reply.
“Again?” he asked, smilingly.
“Please,” she said, blue eyes tightly shut; for the second time, their lips met. 

“Did you like it?” he wondered.
“Oh, yes, at least I think so. Could we try once more, please?”

Two old friends sat together on the porch swing, again after so many years. Each had married another sweetheart.

And so on this bright day they’d met hoping to mute the pain of loss with friendship.

No words were necessary, only the touch of hands. “Wonder what Janie and Paul are doing? Maybe they’ll be friends.”

He nodded, smiling warmly as her head now nestled near his. “They’re playing in our old backyard.”
“The one with the tree?” she blushed. 

But seven year old Janie, and Paul, nine were past friendship. New sweethearts had been born next to the old tree.

“Hi Mom, Hi Dad,” they shouted together.
“Daddy, Paul’s my friend. Could we live next door?”

“I guess so, Janie; okay, neighbor?” Her eyes met his, and a warm touch sealed the bargain as hearts were mended.

An Angel’s Kiss

An Angel’s Kiss
By Howard Allen 

She lies stretched
beside me
on the warm sand
with the ocean
foamy and green
a scant few yards away,
when I notice a bit
of white fluff,
part of a feather,
held by the wind;
laughingly I pluck it
from the
tanned softness
where it lay
and toss it lightly away,
the breeze carrying
it heavenward–
obviously
an angel’s kiss!

About Howard

Howard was born in Hollywood, California on January 20th, 1935 – as he put it, “forever shattering the peace and quiet that had once ruled the household of Cy and Dorothy Allen”. Although he needed two tries at kindergarten, by high school, he was convinced that being a teacher was the way to go.

After graduating from Cal State Long Beach in 1957, Howard enlisted in the Army and served until the summer of 1959. He was deployed to Korea, where he worked as a radio intercept specialist. In later years, Howard would regale friends and family with the two Korean phrases he remembered – “Hello!” and “Terrible weather we’re having!”.

Returning from Korea, Howard earned his masters degree in English, again from Long Beach. He proudly completed his first three days of teaching at Newport Harbor High School, at which point the Army recalled him as a reservist. This time he served at Frot Devens in Massachusetts, where he gleaned the material that would serve as bedtime stories for his children in yhears to come. We (and he) fondly recalled the night he spent in the same Concord jail cell that had housed Henry David Thoreau. (Howard’s particular brand of civil disobedience involved sassing a policeman after his Porsche zipped through town at 40 mph over the speed limit.)

By 1961, Howard was teaching again, in a career that was to stretch 42 years, guiding students at Newport Harbor, Avalon, McFadden, Sierra Intermediate, and Cesar Chavez. He loved to teach, and could always find the time to help a student or fellow teacher. He also penned poetry, completed several novels (as yet unpublished, but keep an eye out), and read everything in sight. Ever a familiar sight in Woodbridge, Howard could be found zooming along in his little red Porsche or paddling cheerily in his little yellow kayak.

Throughout their long and happy marriage, Howard was devoted to his beloved wife Carol. He was the proud and loving father of four children – Keith, Aric, Kevin, and Wendy. He was delighted to share stories with five grandchildren – Branden, David, Elizabeth, Bailey and Hannah.

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