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My father:
My father's name is Neil Halldor Zobler. Ever since I was younger, I have always
imagined what it would be like to be my father. I tried to act like him when I was younger and
now that I have grown a little, I see more of him in me everyday. I am very proud of my father
and I hope that I live out the rest of my life to his expectations.
My dad was born in 1946, in Brooklyn New York. He attended school between 1956 and
1964. He grew up in New York and he visited his relatives in Iceland often. I am sure that his
parents were more than pleased with the man that my father has become.
My dad had a very interesting childhood. My father was taught how to ride horses at a
young age. He spent a lot of his child hood riding. This came in handy because he became a horse
riding instructor at one point in his life. He also took trips to Iceland to visit his relatives. He can
remember always being dressed as an Indian when he went to Iceland. My dad remembers sitting
around the radio with the family and listening to shows that were being broadcasted. He can also
recall being told about the TV and he remembers when his family first purchased a television.
The Howdy Doody show was a very popular show when my dad was younger. It so
happens that he went to see a filming of a show. As it turns out, he was selected from the
audience to go on stage of the show. He remembers receiving an aluminum airplane as s gift for
being on the show.
My father was born with music in his blood. Music played a large part in my dad's life
through college. His musical talents came through his hands. My father was and still is
an
My dad has always been a hard worker. He loved money and he saved his money. He
always tried to instill a hardworking ethic into my brothers and 1. By looking ant the numbers of
jobs my father worked, I can now see why. My fathers first job, was when he was 13 years old.
His job was simple. He had to spend his days coalting newspapers. He graduated from this level
to a delivery boy. He was such an efficient paper boy that he won an award for his outstanding
performance. The paper company gave him a safe. My dads second job was at a drug store. He
was now 15 years old. Back in the early 60's, drug stores had mini fast food restaurants in the
rears. My father was a cook and he learned how to prepare all sort of dishes. His third job came
when he turned 16. He got a job at two different super markets. He worked at the Food Fair and
the Grand Union. He eventually quit his job at the Food Fair and worked only at the GU. My dad
learned a life long lesson working in Grand Union. It wasn't how to correctly pack bags either.
He spent much of his day in the basement separating bottles. He worked along side a Spanish
speaking friend of his. The two of them made a deal and decided to teach the other their language. This is where my father truly learned to speak Spanish. Little did he know that this skill would be
of so much benefit to him to him in the future.
My father grew into the man he is today all over the world. My dad was a traveling man.
He loved to see the different sights of the world. He moved for the first time from Brooklyn to
Manhassett in 1949. His parents moved to get their children our of the city and to get better
education. My dad moved again when he went off to college. He attend Gettysburg College in
Pennsylvania. He was there from 1964-65. He came back to finish school on Long Island because
his father died when he was 21 years old. He was given a large responsibility and had to be there
for his family. After he was on Long Island for a while, he decided to move out to Aspen. There
he got a job on the ski slopes. Before groomers were invented, men and women had to slide down
the mountain sideways to groom the snow. In 1970, my father was offered a job in New York
City. He moved back to the city and took a job with the Israel Discount Bank. Two years later, in
1972, Uniroyal offered my dad a job which he accepted. This job moved him to Woodbury
Connecticut. He stuck with Uniroyal for many years after this. Uniroyal gave my dad an
opportunity that is very seldom. This company allowed my dad to travel to the ends of the earth.
From Woodbury Conn., my dad moved downSouth. Way down South. He moved all the way to
Carracas, Venezuela in 72. Later that year, he moved again to Cali Colombia. From
Cali, he
move to Bogota ( 74). He then moved to Alecante Spain(78). My dad was offered yet another
job but this time it was back in the states. The Bums Security Company offered him a job which
he accepted. They then moved to Danbury, CT. in 1981. In 1985, my dad decided that he wanted
to start his own business. He started his own company called the United Protection Group. This
new job moved us to New Fairfield where we have been ever since. My dad was given the chance to travel and he took the opportunity. This has made him a very knowledgeable and culturally
diverse individual with great amounts of respect for other cultures.
My dad met my mom in the seventies and they ran around Europe together. They got
married on September 15, 1979 in Alecante Spain. My morn was 25 and my dad was 34.
My dad is a very special person. Not just because of his experiences, but because of the
man that these experiences have made him. I know it is impossible to follow directly in my dad's
foot prints, but I would if I could. My dad is a key member of my life. Without his help and
guidance, I might get lost in the insanity of the world.
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