Daddy's Home by Tony Rubino and Gary Markstein for September 13, 2014

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    Templo S.U.D.  about 10 years ago

    When Bart told Homer about the Junior Campers’ upcoming father-son camping trip, Homer said Bart doesn’t have a son.

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    rubinocreative Premium Member about 10 years ago

    Who’s your Grandpa?

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    jbmlaw01  about 10 years ago

    One of my adult sons and I are going to Atlas 3. Supposed to rain all weekend, so I cannot cut the grass.

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    Olddog1  about 10 years ago

    My grandpas died in 1945 and 1968

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    elysummers  about 10 years ago

    I never had any. They both died long before I was born. Grandmas as well.

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    King_Shark  about 10 years ago

    Maternal died before my mother was born. Paternal…he died when I was four. I have some fragmented memories of him.

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    rubinocreative Premium Member about 10 years ago

    Ever find yourself thinking, “Man, I wish I knew more about that Tony Rubino?” Yeah, me neither. But here ya go anyway… Click the “blog” button on the green bar above for:“MEET YOUR CREATOR: TONY RUBINO (DADDY’S HOME)”

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    Dry and Dusty Premium Member about 10 years ago

    My paternal grandfather used to beat my Grandma and dad. My aunt hid under the kitchen table. He left them when my dad was about 14. My dad had to take care of my aunt and grandma. Factory worker his whole life. He was born in 1913 and died in 2009, in good health and still living in his own home. My maternal Grandma died at the age of 94, she was a sweet lovely lady!

    My maternal grandfather crossed at Ellis Island in the very early 1900’s from Italy. My mother was 5 (there were 6 kids, my mom being 3rd youngest. My Aunt Mary was 3, my Aunt Louise was in my grandmother’s womb when my grandfather pushed my grandmother down a flight of stairs. My Mother saw the whole thing! My aunt survived, my grandma didn’t. She hemorrhaged. My grandfather then sent my mom and her siblings to a Catholic orphanage, where my grandmother’s sister, who had 5 kids of her own, one by one took them out of the orphanage and brought them to live with her. The oldest 2 had arranged marriages at the age of 16.

    My mother went on to become a Registered Nurse, and Lt in the Army Nurse Corps. She was born in 1918 and died in 2005.

    I met my Paternal Grandfather once or twice, he was a Pric@!Needless to say, when he died, no one went to the funeral except my oldest Aunt.

    HEY TONY, YOU ASKED! And I felt compelled for some strange reason, to share all that.

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