Same here - in 1967. It was a 1952 Chevrolet pickup with a 4 speed. I wish he was still around.
He meant well.
I never heard my Dad raise his voice. He was a God-fearing man and honored my mother.
He was a great carpenter. Always building or remodeling something. And tho everyone in town had a picnic table in the backyard, ours was never store bought or from a kit. I was always proud of that for some reason.
Same here. I still drive a manual to this day. I’m teaching my grandson how to drive it.
There was a time when he hit cleanup behind Willie Mays. He also ran a successful business for 40 years. He also shoots his age on the golf course nearly every time he plays.
I could tell you lots of good things about my Dad. He loved Jesus. He taught me how to fish, garden, can, cook, fix things, and to be strong. He also gave me a good work ethic. Miss him still, passed in 1995. WWII vet - navy. Both theaters. Happy Fathers Day Dad!
He read to me. I can still here him reading Riki Tiki Tavi to me when I was only 4.
He taught me to fish and ride.
He was handsome, he came from Chicago, his ancestry was from France...
He was a great Chef...in Salt Lake City, Utah and Provo, Utah (where I was born)...
I found him on Ancestry.com when I was doing my history, and found he died in Nevada...
I guess that is where I got my love of cooking, baking and creativity from, for that: “Happy Father's Day” daddy...
He took me hunting and fishing.
My dad told me that the “hardest part of going to work was leaving the house”, he is 100% correct about that one. Another one was “do something even if it’s wrong, nothing worse than standing around with that I don’t know what to do first look”, of course in reference to chores, work, sports or during a hobby.
My dad taught me to drive a manual transmission also, in one day. I was at college and my folks called and said they had a car for me. I rode a Greyhound buss home and they had purchased a 1974 (new) Chevrolet Vega, navy blue with a white racing stripe. And manual transmission.
My dad took me driving along a country road. He had some fifteen years earlier suffered a broken neck and my driving lesson was pretty hard on him. To this day that road is called by us “Whiplash Lane”.
The next day it was time for me to drive it back to college, some 200 miles away. I jauntily waved goodbye to the assembled folks, let out the clutch carefully and the car killed. I waved them away, tried again, and smiled until it killed. Finally my dad tapped on my window and said “Get out of third gear.”
With that I drove off into a blizzard which started ten miles south of town and all the way to college. Since I was an avid reader in cars, the freeway which should have been familiar was completely not so. I made it and it took my hands a few days to stop aching.
My dad was and is my hero. At 86, he is chipper and bright as ever, and always beating me intellectually. My mom is less intellectual but the glue that holds the family together. My husband and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary, June 7th, the same day my folks celebrated their 66th. I am so blessed to have them.
My dad really enjoys(ed) nature, just being out there with everything, the animals, the quiet, watching things. A real guy, but sensitive. Hard to balance well but he does.
I've got all kinds of college degrees and make more money in a year than he did in a lifetime. But I'll never be half the man he was.
My dad didn’t have a lot of money but managed to buy me my first horse. I went out and got on him, and he bucked me right off. I ran inside and told my dad that the reason he got such a good deal on the horse was because he wasn’t broken. He just nodded and said, “I bought him, you break him.”
Whatever small amount of decency can be seen in me is entirely the work of two exceptional...no,*amazing*...parents.
1. There's no such thing as a Free Lunch.
2. If it seems to be good, it is.
The world doesn't owe you a living. (my Fav)!
And then he gave us a fabulous Catholic upbringing and education by ALWAYS having integrity in what he did.......de didn't say one thing and then do another....he LIVED what he Preached and Preached what he lived!
He took me fishing, hunting, and built me all sorts of things to play with (swingset, sandbox, treehouse). I was a daddy’s girl. He also taught me later that democrats are evil. lol
My Dad adopted me!
Father’s Day always brings Ecclesiasticus 44:1 & 44:7 to mind (also known as the Book of Sirach in The Apocrypha which was included in the King James Bible in 1611): “Let us now praise famous men, and our Fathers who begat us . . . . .All these were honoured in their generations, and were the glory of their times.” Thanks Dads! (And Moms of course.)