Dr. Fred Eichelman: A Father’s Day Rememberance
I admit that as a kid I never thought I would be like my father, Alfred B. Eichelman, and like Mark Twain said of his own father, I was amazed at how intelligent he grew between my fifteenth and twenty first year. He was more adventurous as a young man than I was. At age eight he took a friend out on Lake Erie in a rowboat as he heard from someone that the earth would be destroyed by fire in 1911. He and his buddy wanted to see the spectacle of meteors hitting Cleveland. In upper grades he had Rheumatic Fever and was told he could not exercise. Never the less he ran and made the high school track team. Al also took violin and tap dancing lessons and after high school went into show business. After a few years in vaudeville and Paul Whiteman’s band he opened a dance studio in Cleveland. His first customers were his parents and the church they belonged to considered dancing a terrible sin and they were forced to leave it. He finally went into department store sales heading the jewelery department. It was his dancing that appealed to Ann Rentz who became my mother. It appealed enough so that on the third date he slipped a ring on her finger, they were married a month later and were united happily for forty years until his death.