Wadsworth Publishing Company began in San Francisco in the mid 1950's and over the years has grown into an international publishing company. Many people have been employed by this company and are responsible for its growth and success. This site is intended to share some of its rich history and photographs from the past, and to commemorate the many contributions of the people who built the company.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
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Bryce Pfanenstiel
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Dan Pfanenstiel
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My dad, Eugene “Bryce” Pfanenstiel, passed away recently. We are truly saddened by this. He was a caring father, intelligent, and a friend. I am glad I could find the few pictures of him here, as well as some of the Wadsworth alumni that we knew, like Lon Driggers and Bob Sass. I guess we can add dad to the “in memorium” page.
Bryce was my stepfather. He was a violent alcoholic and a mean, oppressive man. Instead of being a decent father to my brothers and me, he instead destroyed our spirits, instilling terror in us rather than teaching us to be brave. The abuse he inflicted on us every day of my childhood has resonated throughout our lives. Both my brothers now have chronic mental illness issues. I trace most of the problems of my life back to the horrible treatment this vile man inflicted on us. I often think about how my life might have been different if I'd had a real dad, rather than a belligerent drunk who smashed holes in the walls next to our heads. I will forever hate this man and curse his memory.
2 comments:
My dad, Eugene “Bryce” Pfanenstiel, passed away recently. We are truly saddened by this. He was a caring father, intelligent, and a friend. I am glad I could find the few pictures of him here, as well as some of the Wadsworth alumni that we knew, like Lon Driggers and Bob Sass. I guess we can add dad to the “in memorium” page.
Bryce was my stepfather. He was a violent alcoholic and a mean, oppressive man. Instead of being a decent father to my brothers and me, he instead destroyed our spirits, instilling terror in us rather than teaching us to be brave. The abuse he inflicted on us every day of my childhood has resonated throughout our lives. Both my brothers now have chronic mental illness issues. I trace most of the problems of my life back to the horrible treatment this vile man inflicted on us. I often think about how my life might have been different if I'd had a real dad, rather than a belligerent drunk who smashed holes in the walls next to our heads. I will forever hate this man and curse his memory.
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