In loving memory of
Walter L Bradley, Jr

• August 06, 1940
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• May 21, 2010

I would like to say some things about my dad. He is a family man who always put his children first and always provided everything for them. A typical day for my dad raising us- He would wake up around 4:30-5:00 am get dressed in his nice suit, tie and shiney shoes,i remember he kept his polish under the sink. Then down to the basement to get his rod and reel and top water rapala-his favorite lure and down to our dock that he had made by hand. i'd look out my window and there he was "my idol" in his suit getting in a few casts before going to his high pressure sales job for Joseph j. Braga Company in Bridgewater,MA. He'd get home around 5:00 or 6:00 at night sometimes i would have a couple of Bass on a stringer for him to see when he got home. He would laugh and say one day you'll get a lunker. On the weekends he would always bring me fishing. Sometimes I'd catch them other times i wouldn't but he would always invite me.He is an amazing father when he'd come home from work he'd always say get ready to go throw a spray. That means bring me water skiing. He taught me how to as well as many other things such as hockey. As soon as i could walk i was on skates. In the winter he would check the ice on the lake for everyone in the neighborhood. Parents would say if Mr. Bradley said it's safe it's safe. I loved my dad so much. He was a pro in my eyes we would practice shooting pucks until it got dark. In the summer he took and old door and layed it in the backyard with a a net so we could practice. He told me sooner or later that puck will just come up and you'll be surprised, he was right he came home from work and the door was full of holes and broken lattace on his new porch. He didn't even get mad at me he just smiled and said i guess we will move the net to the other side of the yard. He would never miss a practice or a hockey game and bring me straight to the rink when he came home. He loved it he called me "ROCKIN SOCKIN JOHN" OR "BUZZ SAW". i could always make him laugh. I was rather a goon, lots of fights, he never got mad at me I remember getting kicked out of the rink for fighting and he never got mad at me.I had to go to the stands to get my dads keys to go the blazer when i did the boys dad that i fought with followed me outside. I was tough but i was nervous when he came. then BOOM I heard the doors of the rink open it was my dad My dad said leave my boy alone. The man said i would be sued for my actions injuring his boy. My father said too bad that is the name of the game now step back the man listened I knew then my dad would never let anything happen to me. He is and always will be my best friend.He is tough as nails. He showed my how to play pool, we would play for hours. He would love to go put quarters on the table and say watch this john I'll win the table and usually he did. then we could play. Thats just how it is He coached me when we played pool after about 15 years i could finally win a few games. the last time i saw my dad was 3 years ago. My dad came to visit me in Maine he beat me at pool then too. I won some but its hard to beat the coach. He holds the record for the biggest bass in my family. I have yet to beat his record.when he was here in maine i brough him fishing everyday. It felt good to be able to bring my dad to my apartment and bring him fishing The man is a true bassmaster i will pass evrything that he taught me on to my daughter Kelsey. He truley is the Dad i want to be.