I remember as a young boy of maybe 10, helping my father on weekends and vacations deliver milk and other dairy products to his 400+ customers. In those days, we delivered milk 6 days each week, rain or shine. I recall one time when it was raining heavy all day long, as I ran to and from dad's milk truck delivering products to our customers and getting completely saturated from the rain.
At 12:00 we arrived at grandma's house where we always stopped to eat lunch and visit with my fathers mother. On this day, when I entered grandma's house soaked through and through, grandma looked at my dad and exclaimed: "Nicky, how could you do this to your son? He is all wet and will get sick. Shame on you! That was the first time I had ever heard a woman reprimand my father, and I must admit... I was very impressed with my grandmothers concern and love for me, not to mention her firm demeanor and sassy tone. Next, grandma proceeded to dry me off as best she could while she continued reprimanding her son in Italian.
Of course, as time moved forward, nothing changed. In the rain I got wet and in the winter I froze. Even though, I knew my father was a good man who loved me, I also understood that he survived the Great Depression and fought hand to hand combat during the Battle of the Bulge in WWII. And though Dad never discussed his war time experiences, we all knew that Dad had suffered. We were also taught that that Dad believed in hard work and expected his boys to do their best and to earn their keep without complaining. Life is tough, and getting wet in the rain and freezing during winter, was simply reality as far as Dad was concerned. And to this day, in the early morning hours before sunrise, I can still hear my fathers voice calling out to me: "Son, it's time to get up... Rain or Shine."