In a small German village on New Year's Eve 1903, my father, William Frederick was born. He was the oldest of thirteen children. Life was challenging and after his brother was born, my grandfather traveled to the New World to work and save enough money to bring his family to America.
TRAVELLING AS STOW-AWAYS
When they arrived and settled in Wisconsin, life was not as good as Grandpa hoped. They were poor and there was little work. Although my father was able to attend school, he had to quit in fifth grade to help support the growing family. The children were born close together and dad was more of a father to his siblings than a brother.
FOLLOWING YOUR PASSION
It was the Dirty Thirties and although life was extremely difficult, my dad always had a large garden and fed as many people as he could with his harvest. He pastored a small church in Northern Wisconsin.
In 1944, my sister Arlene died of rheumatic fever at twelve years of age. My father almost died of a broken heart at this loss and didn't think he could ever preach again. But, time healed his wounds and he became even stronger as he could empathize with many others who had suffered similar loss.
In 1950, he was offered the position as pastor of a church in one of the fastest growing cities in the U S A - Detroit, Michigan. This was the beginning of a new life for all of us, including my two brothers and a sister.
My mother was gravely ill by the time I was born and I grew up watching my dad take care of his wife and family, much like he had done as a young boy. I became closer to my father and gleaned so much wisdom from both his lifestyle and the lessons he taught me.
"FEED YOUR FAITH - OR FEED YOUR FEAR" Whichever one you choose to feed will grow. The one you don't feed will die. Again, a very basic and simple philosophy that has helped me maintain perspective in precarious situations.
"FORGIVENESS -- IT'S A CHOICE!" If we choose not to forgive, the only one we hurt is ourselves. It can eat at us like a cancer and destroy us.
My mother died when I was a teenager and my father was also taken from me too young. I was 35 and grieved his passing for many years. My parents left me with a heritage of integrity, morals and ethics. My father lived what he preached. I miss them as much today as when they passed away.
My children never met their grandparents but I have tried to keep memories alive of their heritage and instill in them the same philosophies by which my father lived.
William Frederick -- December 31, 1903 - August 3, 1982