What is one or 2 things your dad

I probably mentioned it before, but I won the lottery with both my parents. They were both very loving and caring and supportive of me my entire life. Although my dad was born in 1920 he was a very involved father. No he didn’t change diapers, but he played with us kids all the time and took us places.

I’m 70 and recently when I went to my hometown all my friends were reminiscing about how much fun it was when my dad would drive us places and act silly. He was always willing to drive us anywhere and always made it fun.
 
There was a head on collision in front of our house and the woman passenger went through the windshield. She nicked an artery in her neck and my dad ran out with a towel and applied pressure until the EMT’s arrived. All the while cussing out her drunk boyfriend. He saved her life. I am sure he learned the first aid skills during his years as a soldier.

After I was married, we were visiting him and he recounted to my ex several outstanding plays I made in baseball. Funny, he never said a thing about it to me at the time.
He was a narcissistic, self-absorbed individual. But he did have his moments.
 
My dad taught me many things. It would be hard to chose which 2 were the most seared in. People who knew my dad and later got to know me would tell me “Yeah, you’re your dad’s son. You even talk like him.” I never noticed that. My wife says it’s true. She told me that when she would call the house, she didn’t know if it was me or dad that answered the phone. How does that happen?
 
My dad knew of his 3 kids, I was the one who struggled with school work being put back twice in 4th & 9th grade,felt I was a loser he never saw it that way. He was proud of me getting through & graduating from high school & college just took me longer than my brother and sister
I thought I wanted to follow in his footsteps{he was a lawyer} I worked at a local law firm for 2 yrs in the mail room. I learned how a law firm operates thought it was interesting at the time,maybe become a paralegal.I decided it wasn't for me he was okay with that
 
My father taught me about electricity by having me stick my finger in a light socket. I kid you not, I remember it well.

Growing up with my father meant living life constantly on guard, I was always stressed. While that taught me to never trust or depend on others (which was bad) it also taught me how to react and deal with crisis (which is good).

Sometimes you have to be creative to find the positive.
 
I was blessed with wonderful parents. Dad was tough but fair.

He taught me to do lots of things, fly fishing, building models, cooking on a campfire, tent camping, hiking in mountains, using a compass, working on automobiles, using tools properly, etc. etc.

He would spank me if I was bad up until I was 10 or 11. If I was to be spanked, he would send me to the bathroom telling me to wait for him. This was part of it, the wait was terrible. When he came in he would slowly go through what I did to earn a spanking, then he would tell me to lay over his lap and the spanking would begin. I don't think it hurt that bad, but the mental part of the whole thing did the job for sure.

I used this with my kids as it worked, and you would never strike a child in anger; it was a controlled punishment.

By the time I was 13 I was very close to my dad. He was good with his hands and also loved gardening and building stuff. I loved working with him, and he always appreciated my help. He was a smoker, and he died at 65. I was devastated and I still miss him every day.
 
For the short amount of time I had my dad, he would teach me how not to get involved with strangers. When I was 8 years old, I was riding my bike on the street in my hometown when a car with a man driving and a lady sitting in the passenger seat pulled over and asked if I knew where a certain street was. It so happened I did. I stayed far enough away from the car like my dad said to do and was trying to tell them where the street was when the lady said come closer because she couldn’t hear me. That’s when I quickly rode off on my bike and got home and told my mom.
 
What I remember ….i wanted some fishing gear from the back of a magazine…..I was about 11 or 12…he called me up to his room and asked about what I was wanting, I showed him and explained why…..he took out his check book out and made out the check and sent it in for me. I felt special…..I was one out of 5 of his children, so any special attention i got from my dad was a special gift.
 
When my dad was home from the Sea, he spent time with each of us boys.
Not sure what they talked about, but I remember our talks.

He told me it was ok to be quiet, to just listen instead of talking.
I remember that he was also a very quiet person, but strong and caring to everyone he met.
We bonded over our love of sailing, diving and the Ocean in general.

Second thing he taught me, was to always watch out for your friends and those who depend on your trust.
 
I will spare you the sob story of a father who was the pillar of the community yet had a dirty secret- me- sure you can figure it out.
He was a hard man and he liked others as long as they agreed with him. He was also a bigot. He was not violent, but his habit of pecking you in the head with his knuckles was something I disliked very much. I am sure he must of done some wonderful touching thing in my life, but not a one can I remember.:cry:
 
dobielvr said:
My Dad would pick me up from kindergarten at lunch time, then we'd grab a burger and park under a shade tree on a side street and eat. He'd drop me off at home, then go back to work.
Also, remember him carrying me up on his shoulders. So many things..
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What did you find so comical about my post? Just curious
 
What's a Dad? (Met my biological father when I was 31. Saw him about 5 times for a short while. Neither of us knew how to relate to eachother. His wife told me, after his death, that he loved my sister & I very much, (but HATED our mother)--I understood why, she was highly critical. I did have 2 'stepfathers'. One a pervert who in a sick abusive way LIKED little girls. Mother's second & final husband was a pseudo father.

I don't know if I've told this, but once when I was nine we had and argument and naughty me stuck my tongue a ways out at him, then ran for my life 😄 up some stairs away from him. He yelled for me to come back down. Nothing to do but obey. I sat on a lower step in front of him & he demanded I stick my tongue out. Whaaat! But that would be wrong, I thought, but I should obey & I stuck out my tongue just slightly. And WHAM he slapped me hard across my face. "That'll teach you to not to stick your tongue out," he said. But what he taught me was not to trust him.
 
So many things, i've talked often of him here. He had his flaws, was a better Dad than husband (as 5 wives could attest), but seared in?

Don't be afraid to ask questions but learn how to ask the right questions of the right sources (ones most likely to both know the answers and share them).

Form opinions about other people solely on their words deeds and the consistency between those two things, not on any external fact about them (race, religion, job, whether they are outwardly attractive or have deformed, disabled bodies).
 
Wow, it's quite refreshing to read so many kind things said about men.

My dad was like most men of his generation, emotionally ignorant. But I used to have nightmares where I'd wake up screaming, and he'd come to my bed and stay w/ me til I fell back asleep. Also when I was older he bought me cars--two or three I think, at different times. He was also really into my kids, a good gramps.
 
My dad was fun, a prankster, couldn't pass up a good joke.

Two things I vividly remember:

One Halloween, I was a freshman in high school (this is important....). We lived back a ways off the street with a driveway that ran down to our house. There were bushes along the driveway. Dad made a caveman suit out of an old fur coat, along with an awful mask and wig and a big brown plastic club that looked like wood.

He hid in the bushes and when trick-or-treaters came down the driveway, he'd jump out and growl at them. Then he'd give them candy. As young teenagers, we still had a good time trick-or-treating, mostly going around in a group to friends' houses. Of course, my dad put on a great show for my friends and it was all over school the next day. I was utterly humiliated (typical teen-ism) and had begged my mother to not let him do that. She said, oh let your dad have his fun.

Another time, same year, our Latin Club at school had our annual Roman banquet. We were going to lay around on the floor like ancient Romans and eat what passed for ancient Roman food. Parents were invited. A few moms showed up, with togas made of bedsheets draped around them. My parents? My mom made herself a toga fit for an empress and my dad got into the Passion Play costume closet at church and outfitted himself in a complete Roman centurion outfit. Leather flappy skirt, breastplate, helmet with the brush on top, shield and sword, lace-up sandals.

He had me teach him a few phrases in Latin and when he entered the banquet, he shouted out what passed for greeting from Caesar and wishes for a good banquet. Well, the two old ladies at school who taught Latin about passed out with delight. At their begging, he came back and did his schtick for the next several years at the banquet, long after I graduated.

Of course, as a young teen, I was dreadfully embarrassed but my mom kept telling me that I was going to laugh about this someday. I do laugh. And I cry, because he's been gone for 30 years and I miss him every day.
 
Dad taught me math and was very proud when I was good at it. He taught me how to drive which I loved because he taught me when I was small enough to sit on his lap in the driver's seat with my hands on the wheel. He was really doing all the driving but I felt like I was so I was thrilled. He taught me how how to fish and shoot a gun and all about the outdoors We got along very well until I hit teenage and became interested in boys which is just natural and normal. At that point he became cruel and nasty. But he taught me even fathers can be jealous and afraid of losing their little girl.
 
Timewise 60+ said:
I was blessed with wonderful parents. Dad was tough but fair.

He taught me to do lots of things, fly fishing, building models, cooking on a campfire, tent camping, hiking in mountains, using a compass, working on automobiles, using tools properly, etc. etc.

He would spank me if I was bad up until I was 10 or 11. If I was to be spanked, he would send me to the bathroom telling me to wait for him. This was part of it, the wait was terrible. When he came in he would slowly go through what I did to earn a spanking, then he would tell me to lay over his lap and the spanking would begin. I don't think it hurt that bad, but the mental part of the whole thing did the job for sure.

I used this with my kids as it worked, and you would never strike a child in anger; it was a controlled punishment.

By the time I was 13 I was very close to my dad. He was good with his hands and also loved gardening and building stuff. I loved working with him, and he always appreciated my help. He was a smoker, and he died at 65. I was devastated and I still miss him every day.
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Same. If we were in a public place and I was misbehaving my father would simply take off his belt. He didn't need to say another word. My mother once hit me in anger with a hairbrush and I lost respect for her authority after that. My father's, I always respected.
 

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