My dad James Konesky Sr. Born April 30, 1952. Died November 14, 2003. His Mother is Marie Konesky. His Father was Chester Konesky. He grew up on the South Side of Pittsburgh. He was one of six Children. The oldest Johnny, Then came my dad, Then Bobby, Then Peggy, Then the twins Timmy and Tommy. My dad was raised in a loving family.
He meet my mom in High School. They where high school sweethearts. They married on May 5, 1974. They lived on Mount Washington where me and my sister Heidi and my brother Jay where born. We lived there until 1987 When we moved to Bethel Park.
My parents loved the house. My dad fell in love with his yard. He talked to everyone on the street. He was one of a few people that made the plans to have a block party. Everyone loved him. He touched a lot of peoples hearts. He loved kids. It was one of the many joys in his life. He worked fo the labor union local 373. When he was not working he was doing things with his family. Anything from Softball to football. Or throwing one of his party's. Boy did we have fun partying with my dad. He was the life of the party.
My dad loved to Fish. For all of those who know about his big catch. You hated hearing that story all the time. but the look on my dads face when he told that story told that he loved it very much. He even would take us fishing. It was funny. until my brother caught me with his fishing hook in the head. LOL!!!!
My dad also loved to garden he made a huge one in the back yard. Eventually he talked my mom into building a green house so he could grow flowers. He loved to do it he tried to grow everything.
One of my dads favorite holiday was Christmas. He loved to decorate everything. He was a lot like my grandfather chester. They both loved to decorate the house inside and out. He made a platform with all his Christmas stuff. It was his life. He would start to put it all together in mid November. And had it finished before my whole family would go and cut our Christmas tree down. It was a lot of fun.
We did a lot of things together as a family. I remember this one time me my mom sister brother and dad where away on vacation. We were in a store doing some shopping I called my dad's name several times and he didn't answer me. so I seen this George of the jungle thing. So I yelled out George and he turned around so ever since then I called my dad George. It was something special between me and my dad.
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