Gaer
"Angel whisperer"
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- New Mexico U.S.A.
Oh, That made my eyes tear up! Your Dad sounds so wonderful!
Of your Fathers who are no longer living, what's a wonderful memory you have of him?
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grahamg
Old codger
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- South of Manchester, UK
I very much approve of this thread, and like so many others there is so much to say about my dad I couldn't begin to fit it in here, but I think it enough to say he was our large families saviour (along with mum obviously).
I never stop referring to him and his sayings, whenever they come to mind on almost any thread.
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I never stop referring to him and his sayings, whenever they come to mind on almost any thread.
.I don't have any specific "good memories" of my dad, but no bad ones either.
My dad was a mostly pleasant guy with a corny, self effacing sense of humor who didn't have a lot to say. He wasn't one of those TV dads who got involved with "his boy" (me) or took me to ball games or played catch in the yard, etc, etc. He mostly preferred to be left alone. But then he worked hard all week and had a long commute to and from work. But he was steady and dependable. Always brought his paycheck home and gave it to my mom who made sure the bills got paid on time and some got put away for emergencies, extras, birthdays and Christmas.
What I do remember is the year I spent working at the same (Piper) aircraft plant with him in Vero Beach. It was a one hour drive each way and we rode to and from work together almost every day for the entire year.
Still didn't talk much though....
My dad was a mostly pleasant guy with a corny, self effacing sense of humor who didn't have a lot to say. He wasn't one of those TV dads who got involved with "his boy" (me) or took me to ball games or played catch in the yard, etc, etc. He mostly preferred to be left alone. But then he worked hard all week and had a long commute to and from work. But he was steady and dependable. Always brought his paycheck home and gave it to my mom who made sure the bills got paid on time and some got put away for emergencies, extras, birthdays and Christmas.
What I do remember is the year I spent working at the same (Piper) aircraft plant with him in Vero Beach. It was a one hour drive each way and we rode to and from work together almost every day for the entire year.
Still didn't talk much though....
My father used to take us out in his small boat fishing in summer, clamming and night crabbing with flashlight and long pole net, so that was fun. He liked to whistle sometimes, imitating local birds, and he sang along to some lighthearted songs on the radio, always adding a little funny change to the words. When I was little he took me for walks sometimes in the evening when we were on summer vacation, when I got tired he sat me on his shoulders for that way back home. My username is the name of one of his small wooden boats that he took us fishing in. Good memories, I miss him.
Gaer
"Angel whisperer"
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- New Mexico U.S.A.
Awww! This brought back more memories of my Dad. I was about nine, following him to the post office, Freezing cold Montana blizzard. The clerk was sad,overweight, looked like she was going to cry. My Dad told her she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. She sat up straight, beamed from ear to ear; her whole demeanor changed! She smiled and her face lit up! On the way out, I asked why he was flirting with her. " She's not near as pretty as Mother! " He said, "You always want to make people feel better about themselves!"
You notice your Dad always works hard, doesn't say much, does his duty. You never pay much attention to him. One Summer night,(I was still a little girl) he took me out on the front porch and pointed out the Milky Way and the constellations. (no one else, just him and me) We just sat for the longest time, looking at the sky and the stars. Then, he quoted the poem "Hiawatha". (By the shores of Gitchy-Goomy) I saw him as a man with many facets from that night. I never quite looked at him the same way.
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jujube
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OMG, are we long-lost sisters?
My dad drove an old station wagon that he decided one day to paint. No $19.95 Earl Sheib paint job for him, no sirree. Why put out $19.95 when a $3 bucket of paint and a paintbrush would do the trick? The paint was supposed to be "pearl gray" but the end result turned out "blinding silver". When the sun hit it, it could cook your retinas. We called it the "Silver Streak" and nobody wanted to ride in it.
When he was dropping me off or picking me up from wherever, I'd always tell him to park a block away. I was so embarrassed by that car. Ah, adolescents...…… If I had him back today, he could park that car in my driveway 365 days a year!
Sassycakes
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- Pennsylvania
I love and miss my Dad so very much. He was perfect in every way. He gave me confidence in myself. He sang to me "Your Daddy's Little girl "all the time. He was the best man in the world and not a day goes by that I don't think about him and miss him. I remember one time when he came to visit and I was laying on the couch. He asked me if anything was wrong and I said I just had a headache. He said "I can't believe I was singing at work and you had a headache." I was truly blessed to have had the parents I had and I miss them both.
peppermint
Senior Member
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- East Coast Yes
We both were lucky girls....My daughter sometimes reminisce about my parents....She loved them dearly...At least my Dad attended my
Daughter's wedding...Mom had passed away before Dad....Yes, I would love to have that station wagon with his paint stuff on the roof....
The wagon always smelled of paint....He was a House Painter...And also in the National Guard for 40 years....He lost his one eye when he
had the measles when he was a baby....But he still was a sharp shooter in the National Guard....I don't think now a days they would let
someone with one eye to join the army.... Thanks ♥
Thanks Gaer! You reminded me about my Dad too. In summer, late evening when it was dark enough to see the stars, I'd sometimes be out there with him while he smoked his White Owl cigar. I sat on his lap because the smoke kept away the mosquitoes. He used to point constellations out to me also, the one that sticks in my mind most is the Big Dipper.
Now, in my old age, when I'm out in a remote area camping with my husband, the lack of any artificial lighting makes the night skies so much more beautiful. I often walk out alone with my dog for his last potty break before retiring to our tiny camper. I gaze up at the stars and soak in the awesome beauty, when I spot the Big Dipper, I feel emotion and think of when I was a pipsqueak, with my dear ol' Dad.
treeguy64
Hari Om, y'all!
- Location
- Austin, TX.
My dad was a guy who could fix anything. I watched him, at his lamp/picture frame shop, and learned by osmosis. He was not a teacher, as in "Here's how to do this," but I knew his blood flowed in my veins, and as I matured, I learned how to tap into my own creative juices. I can fix anything, as well.
My dad was a jazz drummer. His music became part of me, went into making me the versatile musician I became, making it possible for me to make my fortune, in the biz, in Chicago and Austin. He came down here a few times, to go on gigs, with me and my band, for the holidays. Treasured memories, absolutely no doubt.
My dad loved women, and his womanizing also became a part of me. One of my earliest memories of him was driving down the street, me riding shotgun, at around five years old, and him suddenly slowing down the car to gaze at a shapely young lady, while he intoned: "Geez, did you see the #$#s on that?" Yeah, I know, very politically incorrect, but he was my dad, and I loved him, and his ways.
(I just deleted a paragraph with some very graphic details. I'm sure Matrix would not be thrilled with it. That being the case, I'll just say that my dad and I had some interesting, shared interactions with a few women.)
I miss my dad, I miss our times together. I still talk to him when I'm working on projects. I figure he's already reincarnated, if that actually goes on, but sometimes I hope he's hovering, nearby, and hears me......
My dad was a jazz drummer. His music became part of me, went into making me the versatile musician I became, making it possible for me to make my fortune, in the biz, in Chicago and Austin. He came down here a few times, to go on gigs, with me and my band, for the holidays. Treasured memories, absolutely no doubt.
My dad loved women, and his womanizing also became a part of me. One of my earliest memories of him was driving down the street, me riding shotgun, at around five years old, and him suddenly slowing down the car to gaze at a shapely young lady, while he intoned: "Geez, did you see the #$#s on that?" Yeah, I know, very politically incorrect, but he was my dad, and I loved him, and his ways.
(I just deleted a paragraph with some very graphic details. I'm sure Matrix would not be thrilled with it. That being the case, I'll just say that my dad and I had some interesting, shared interactions with a few women.)
I miss my dad, I miss our times together. I still talk to him when I'm working on projects. I figure he's already reincarnated, if that actually goes on, but sometimes I hope he's hovering, nearby, and hears me......
Mixed feelings for me so this is hard to answer. My dad was pretty nice when I was little and preteen, but as soon as I hit adolescence we just never understood one another and sometimes openly disliked each other. It's sad, but it happens. I have no outstandingly good memories of him.
Marie5656
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- Batavia, NY
Once, a few years after my mom died, he an my uncle went to Florida for the winter. I went down for a week. My dad took me on a charter boat deep sea fishing. Neither of us caught any thing, but it was fun