“And! It reminds me of my Dad, laughs, who over 50 years ago would grumble at a public service piece on TV - “Don’t help a good kid go bad. Lock your car doors.”. He responded with a disgusted tone, “A “good” kid would not try the door!”.”
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Dadisms from my father:
“Come here, I’ll pick you up.”
“Did that hurt? I didn’t feel a thing!”
“Locks are for keeping honest people honest...”
You could probably count the number of times Dad attended church in his life on two hands, but that didn’t mean he didn’t believe in God. He rarely talked about it, but I have a feeling WWII left a mark on him as a kid.
It’s the weirdest thing, I feel like my parents & grandparents have a huge campfire going up in heaven. They’re sitting around in the camp chairs but looking down on this struggle and taking everything in. And every time I “hit a marker” with the path I’m on, they’re looking at each other saying “YES! He hit the next one. Toast!” and another shot of Jägermeister (German for “HuntMaster”) goes down.
They did their end as best they could, having lived through WWI & WWII in eastern Europe. They took care of their families, and got safely and legally to the US in the 50’s. Apparently it’s up to me to make sure their sacrifices weren’t in vain.
270 Mb of data and analysis on skool chuting is ready to be cut loose on some folks that shouldn’t have traumatized our kids. That’s just the opening salvo.
Carry on FreeQs, Uber out.
Thank you all for such a great outpouring of Dad Appreciation!
My Dad was career Navy, carrier duty, back when they were gone for 9 months each deployment - and I have always been in awe of the life changing influence he had with us, even with the long absences. Even all these years later, I know that by his actions, he also taught us to try to make every moment count.
Thank You Lord, for great fathers everywhere,
Tatt
I’ve been feeling the exact same way about my ancestors.