Here is a tribute to my father: Alfred Harral Jr.
I sure am proud of Pop. He was a good and honest man. My whole childhood was one big long father and son project.
Good Hunting... from Varmint Al
Posted on 06/21/2015 11:13:44 AM PDT by blueunicorn6
My Dad taught me how to drive a car with a manual transmission.
"Let the clutch out slower next time."
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!
I miss him.
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.)
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The 3rd time I messed with my uncle’s new ‘72 Corvette and set off the alarm, AGAIN, he came out the front door, scooped me up by the arm and proceeded to kick me in my ass three times as he told me, “I told you twice to stop!”
I love and miss the man to this day.
Dad passed a couple of months ago and so this is an especially tough day. All I can say is that he was a far better man than I will ever be and I miss him terribly.
Memory eternal.
Taught me that anything could be built, or fixed, and was always planning and thinking ten steps ahead. This is my first Father’s Day without him. Thanks Dad.
Good Hunting... from Varmint Al
He took me to chucrh every Sunday, was quiet (mostly), introduced me to fireworks at a young age, taught me shoot straight (more than one meaning, there), an many more things that I could write a book about it. I miss him very much, and think about him every day.
My father was almost perfect. Modest, unassuming, a mathematician who set the sites on guns in Japan during WWII yet rarely spoke about it. He was my math tutor which shows what a saint he was.
My daddy is a FReeper! He doesn’t have a screen name because he’s a lurker, but he contributes to FReepathons!
Love you daddy!
My dad was a pilot flying off a carrier during Vietnam. He came home safe. I love him.
Mine did, too! Took me and the old VW Bug to the school parking lot after hours and let me grind the gears until I got it right. ;)
Best things: I never missed a meal growing up, never worried about having a home (Dad worked a LOT of hours to keep us comfortable), I was just enough afraid of his wrath that I never tested it and I knew then, and I know now that he loves me to the Moon and back.
Besides, I’m the one picking out his Nursing Home, LOL!
My dad was a great guy. He enlisted before December 7, 1941, looking for an adventure and a way out of the coal mines. He became a pilot in the Army Air Corps and served in CBI, North Africa and Italy. He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross.
Although he didn’t make a lot of money he saved and invested wisely so that our mother never needed to work while my sister and I were in school, yet he was able to send both of us to private universities without borrowing and without scholarships.
He died 10 days before his 69th birthday, the age I will be this year. That makes one think. He died the day PanAm 103 went down. As long as I have a memory I shall not forget him. I will love him eternally.
I joined the Marine Corps because my dad had been a 25 year career Marine and a great father. When I joined he did not give me any clue or advice as to what I could expect he just let me learn to become a Marine. He was proud that I made it and did not want me to get out after 4 years. I have always been proud he and I were Marines.
My father was and still is my hero. He did nothing heroic in the usual sense of the word, but he was honest, caring and hard working. He and my mother were polar opposites, but there was no question that he loved her. No question he loved my brother and me either. He didn’t have to say I love you 50 times a day. His love was evident from his actions.
Dad was a lifelong Democrat, as is just about 99.9% of the population of this town. But on occasion, he would vote Republican if he liked the candidate. I think if my parents were alive today and could see what the Democrats have become and how messed up this country is, I doubt they would be Democrats.
When Dad died, it was a packed house at the funeral home. I met a whole bunch of people I never knew or heard of before. These mourners all had a story about how Dad helped them in some way. Dad wasn’t religious, but he took the commandment, Love thy neighbor as thyself, literally. Dad wasn’t wealthy. He didn’t have influence or magical powers. But he could always be counted on to be there in a crisis — quietly doing whatever had to be done, and not expecting praise or compensation.
Dad and I were very close. I try to emulate him as much as possible. Usually, I fall short. I love him, miss him and think about him every day of my life.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad!
My WW2 vet dad was an all-around Mr. Fix-it and a DIY’er. Cars, washing machines, oil burners,
remodeling rooms, etc..Plus a good and decent fair man and yet he was tough too when necessary. I’m not 1/4 of the man he was.
He said "Never let go of the wheel". It became a life lesson.
On our last visit, as he rose from his chair and said "Oh _________, it's you" and gave me a big hug.
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