Which of your parents was the more fun-loving?

My Dad loved to entertain, loved a party. When he was 19, he formed a band, and they were offered a trip to the States. He asked for his mother's permission to go, and she said "No, wasted youthful folly". That was the end of that. This was in the 30's. Who knows, maybe they were a hit or were tempted by too many of the females. Mother was very reserved, because of her boarding school days. When she met and married my father in 1939, she said it was the best time of her life.
 
Dad probably, although I don't remember him guffawing or playing with us in the jolly 'parent kind of way'. Very practical, authoritarian and not good at showing emotion, except a temper tantrum every now and again.

Probably because he had a high profile job, a wife who was institutionalised most of her life, which left him being a father to two young children. Basically trying to do his best in everyday life as a father and balancing his work life (which he loved) earining a crust - both high prioritise. In his job in public service, his subordinates (don't like that word but think of another), said he had a quick wit and laughed a lot. Away from tensions at home.

Mum, bless her, after medication made her zombie for 40yrs, was finally given different medication and care befitting her condition - and a charming, almost witty lady emerged, interested in politics, art and poetry and who I could get a few giggles from at the drop of a hat. :)
 
My mother was by far the more fun-loving, although she would often insist upon imposing her idea of “fun” upon others, and then become irritated with them if it wasn’t their cup of tea. My parents were in many ways polar opposites; mother loved parties and social gatherings, while my father much preferred a quiet evening at home.

My father did have a marvelous sense of humor, but it came from seeing the absurdities of life, and resided in seeing layers of meaning rather than the superficial or obvious…
 
My mom was the extroverted fun one. She made friends easily and could talk to anyone, even with a lamp post. Sometimes she would come back from a neighbor visit feeling miffed.

My dad was an introvert, but would be there to help whenever he could.

I'm in the middle. I sometimes just want to run.

Olivia
 
Neither. Both had horrible childhoods themselves and each in their way lived to give us a better start. While neither were fun loving by any stretch of the imagination, my mother at least had a wonderful appreciation of other people's struggles and felt things deeply. She loved being a mother especially when we were younger but she lacked avenues to fulfillment in any other way and very little in common with my more damaged father. I appreciate them both greatly but especially loved my mother.
 
Each in their own way. My mom loved parties and gatherings. My dad liked to joke around and have a laugh. He also liked fishing and things in nature. My mom didn't, but we all went along.
 
My dad was more fun. Mom always carried the baby of family. Dad carried me. Dad played, while mom took care of house. Dad taught me how to have fun and laugh. Ironically my sister grew up more bitter. Forgot to how to play.
 

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