Don't Give Up!

Ed, Leo, Dad

What does our Dad, Mark Landau have in com-
mon with Winston Churchill?
Churchill lived, and Dad lives by the saying,
"Don't give up; don't ever give up!"
When we go fishing it can be raining, cold and
the fish aren't biting, but Dad never gives up. We
just join the fish right in the river. Because of our
Dad's encouragement, we caught some delicious
dinner to take home.
Our Dad says to "Go for your dreams." He is
the most positive person in the world. He gives us
the kind of encouragement that allows us to suc-
ceed at whatever we do. Being with our Dad is
like being in a room filled with sunshine.

Andrew and Ryan Landau

Dr. Larry Lipnik celebrates his first Father's Day
with Eliezer.

My Dad, The Coach

This Father's Day is a special one. My Dad, Dr.
Larry Lipnik, and I will celebrate our first

Father's Day, and he is one terrific father!
Although I am only 6 months old, my Dad
and I have so much fun together. When I was
6 weeks old, he took me to a basketball tour-
nament in Toronto, along with the varsity bas-
ketball team from Akiva Hebrew Day School.
He is one of the coaches, and I was his "assis-
tant." ("It's never too early to learn the game,"
he says.) He held me in his arms as I cheered
at many of the home games, too. I was most-
ly yelling for my brother, who plays on the
team.
Daddy took me to Israel and carried me all
over the country. We saw my older sister, Sarah
Leah, who is studying at Bar-Ilan University.
He even took me to the Jerusalem Zoo. Al-
though I slept through most of it, I will re-
member it well because in my album are
pictures Mommy took of Daddy with each and
every one of the animals.
My Daddy takes me to the park and holds
me while he goes down the kids' slide. The
Mommies look at him funny, but he doesn't
care. He takes me to shul and I sit with him
and my brothers, Lull and Yossi. He is so proud
of me! (I don't really mind when he shows me
off). He often rocks me at night, and I fall asleep
to the sound of his gentle snoring.
Daddy laughs when Mommy says I'm just
like him, but I can't think of a better father.
And Daddy, when I grow up, I want to be just
like you!

Eliezer Lipnik

Number One Dad

Our dad, Alan Trotsky, is number one
His specialty is having lots of fun
We miss him when business takes him away
But when he comes home, he is ready to play
He's always full of kisses and hugs
And likes to snuggle with us on the rug
We would like to wish him a happy 40th
birthday
On this Father's Day!

Alyssa and Ashley Trotsky

Mark Landau teaches his boys not to give up
— even on rainy days.

My father's name is Lou
Seligman. About 1-112
years ago, he received a di-
agnosis of Myasthenia
Gravis. It's a neuromuscu-
lar disease that, in his case,
starts with the eyes and
works its way through his
body. On a daily basis, he
takes pills galore — not just
little ones, but horse pills.
This disease is harmful,
and at some point can be
life threatening.
I never thought I would
have to watch my father Despite illness, Lou Seligman tells
get sick. He's either fa- great jokes.
tigued or just sore. Overall,
he's taking a positive approach to his life. He continues to work,
make time for his family, tell jokes and watch "ER" each week.
My father has been my inspiration since I was a child. Ever
since I can remember, he has been around for my sister and
me, whether it was at our school plays, or doing math work,
lunches on Saturday afternoons, dinners on Sundays, or giv-
ing me a lecture about boys. His motivation and his ability
to do well in work has been contagious. He always has been
supportive of my professional and personal choices. He always
has given me the greatest advice, which helped me succeed in
life.
My father is a man of many personalities. We call him "Ed"
because he's the computer geek of the family. We call him "Leo"
for his ability to be the best photographer he can be, a hobby
he taught me and helped me develop into a skill. We also call
him "Lou," just to remind him that even though he's our Dad,
he's still our friend.

Melissa Seligman

Pictures Of A Father

This first photo shows the Milton
Aptekar family circa 1952. I think

the picture is wonderful because
it shows the individuality of each
family member. We're all ignoring
Dad. I don't remember if this was
taken on Father's Day, but the pic-
ture captures the intensity of his
wrath.
No group expression here! I'm
the one in the middle, forcing a half-
baked smile from a face revealing
near brain death.
Dad ordered "dressed-up" outfits
for the occasion. Among other gar-
ments, I'm wearing a stupid kiddie
bow tie. Ugh. Brother Stuart, left,
also is wearing a dumb tie, de-

manded by dear old Dad. Stuart is
about to explode in laughter. The
whole family sits cramped togeth-
er for "the family photo." Our jack-
ets bulge but remain buttoned.
Discomfort didn't count in the up-
tight and proper 1950s.
Dad is growling at Stuart over
his inappropriate behavior. Dad is
holding little sister, Lucy, who
would love to leap out of this dis-
connected scene. Mother is the only
family member with a near-pho-
togenic smile. She's holding baby
brother Ken, who could care less
about posing. Ken's consumed by
the toy of the moment.
How about the wallpaper? Tough

to miss the garish floral pattern.
Today, dear old Dad gets a big
kick out of this picture.
In this second photo Dad, still
blowing strong at 82, and Grandpa
Milt Aptekar, left, lead Stuart, cen-
ter, and Richard, right, in herald
trumpet fanfares at grandson Jeff
Aptekar's wedding in Anaheim
Hills, Calif. The octogenarian con-
tinues to play for private parties as
leader of the Fenby-Carr Orches-
tra.

Stuart and Richard
Aptekar

