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A Father's Day card ^ | Thursday, June 12, 2003 | by Cal Thomas

Posted on 06/11/2003 9:14:29 PM PDT by JohnHuang2

He's been gone 20 years this month. Funny how when I write this, I wonder if some readers might think he walked out on us, as many do. No, Dad left us the only way he would. He died in June, 1983.

I still miss sending him a Father's Day card and finding a present beyond the predictable tie he might like. Shopping for a card by an anonymous rhymer that expressed the right sentiment was always a challenge, so I wrote notes and eventually a letter telling him how much I loved him and what he meant to me. He framed it and hung it in his office.

People of a certain age think he was Lowell Thomas - the famous newscaster and Fox Movietone newsreel narrator of another era. That's because Lowell and I share the same last name and the same profession. But, no, Clinton Samuel Thomas was nothing special to the world, only to his family. And he was special to my brother, Marshall, who was born with a defect diagnosed as mental retardation. How Dad treated my brother taught me a profound lesson. He spent a lot of money on doctors and in search of the right environment for my brother after keeping him at home for years when many suggested institutionalization.

My father survived the Great Depression and World War II, and these experiences burnished his character and honor and made him realize that things are less valuable than people, family and relationships. We never lacked the essential things as I grew up and did not miss luxurious things.

I remember when he took me to buy my first suit and told me, at age 12, how I was becoming a man. I recall the baseball games and the smell of hot dogs and real grass and how good it felt doing guy stuff with him. I inherited no money but got his fishing tackle box. Priceless.

Are too many men too busy to be much more than biological fathers today? Have they convinced themselves that more hours on the job in order to buy more stuff is of greater importance than inhabiting their place in the home and their position as father in the hearts of their children?

My recent high school reunion concluded with a tour of the old building. When we arrived at the gymnasium - where I had played basketball - a classmate asked me what I remembered most about those games. I said that while I recalled a few shots that actually went in, what I remembered most was that my Dad attended every home game. I pointed to where he sat on the upper row. It is an image burned into my heart and mind. One year he promised a steak dinner to the entire team if we beat our arch-rival. We did, and he came through. On that night, my teammates seemed to love him as much as I did.

My father treated my mother with honor and respect. He never let me call an adult by his or her first name and demanded I show respect to my elders. When he let me drive shortly after my 16th birthday, he made it clear he had rules for using his car, just as there are rules of the road. When he said he wanted me back at a certain time, if I wanted to drive again, I returned at the appointed hour until I was able to buy my own car (with his help on the bank note).

Times change, but standards don't. Not a family on my boyhood street experienced divorce. Now divorce is common. Then, a battered woman was a rare occurrence. Now it is far too frequent. Boys were taught by their fathers to respect women. Most guys I knew in high school were virgins, though many lied about it. "Safe sex" meant saving it for marriage.

My favorite picture is of Dad feeding me a bottle when I was 6 weeks old. He is dressed in a suit and a large smile. His right hand holds the bottle, while his left hand is cupped around my shoulders. It is a picture of security and serenity. I wish more boys had fathers like mine. I wish even more that mine was still with me.

TOPICS: Editorial; News/Current Events
Thursday, June 12, 2003

Quote of the Day by pgobrien

1 posted on 06/11/2003 9:14:30 PM PDT by JohnHuang2
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To: JohnHuang2
Thanks for this post. I, too, lost my dad 20 years ago, and hardly a days passes that I don't think of him.
2 posted on 06/11/2003 9:36:26 PM PDT by basil
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To: JohnHuang2
Since Father's Day will be Sunday it is fitting that we should "honor" Fathers.
My parents died before I was six weeks old and I was raised from the time I was 7 yrs. old by my maternal Grandfather, Papa. He was born in 1889 and died when I was 20...I cannot tell you how much he taught me about life, people and how to be confident and sure. He was remarkable. A very progressive man...belived strongly in education. I hope you do not think that I am "strange" if I tell you I still can "talk" to him and feel that he has never left me. I will be 47 in a couple weeks and find it hard to belive that he has been gone that long.
Never having known a "biological" father, I can't imagine
that my feelings would be any different...lesser or more.
It is more then bonding or is respect and love and knowing that it always exists.
3 posted on 06/11/2003 9:40:59 PM PDT by MissL
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To: JohnHuang2; dixiechick2000
My most precious memory of my father is, when I was in the 5th grade.
I came home and told daddy they were having a Father and Son Banquet at school.
He got grand daddy and they went..
4 posted on 06/11/2003 10:03:36 PM PDT by WKB ("If you ain't the lead dog the view never changes" Lewis Grizzard)
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To: MissL
Fathers get much too little praise and credit when compared to mothers.
5 posted on 06/12/2003 5:44:58 AM PDT by Blood of Tyrants (Even if the government took all your earnings, you wouldn’t be, in its eyes, a slave.)
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To: JohnHuang2
Good post John. Cal nails it again.

I lost my Dad 24 years ago. I think about him every day. He was a tool pusher in the Eastern New Mexico and West Texas oilfields. As a kid he would ask me to accompany him on his rounds of the wells on weekends. But it meant getting up really early in the mornings so many times I declined. I know he was disappointed everytime I didn't go. I wish I had gone every time now, they are the most precious memories I have of him.

6 posted on 06/12/2003 5:54:19 AM PDT by ladtx ("...the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country." D. MacArthur)
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LOL! That sounds just like something my grandaddy would have said. Thanks for the memory...;o)
7 posted on 06/12/2003 8:19:50 PM PDT by dixiechick2000 (Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys. -- P.J.)
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