Father’s Day Quick Six

I’m borrowing the Quick Six format for today’s blog, and since it’s Father’s Day what better topic than dads? I lost my dad a few years ago this month, but here are six things I remember about him.

1. Before his health prevented it, he liked to go hunting, typically for squirrels. Hunting wasn’t my thing since I have such a soft spot for animals, but he grew up in a time and place where hunting was normal and helped supplement the family food supply.

2. Despite some close calls in his life (being shot, having a stroke and a heart attack), he kept going. We used to say he was like a Timex watch — he took a licking and kept on ticking.

img3463. The winter I was in first grade (1976-1977), we had horrible snow in Kentucky. We lived on a gravel road in between two hills, so Dad couldn’t get his truck out. So he would either walk or hitchhike four miles to town to get groceries. Sometimes when he couldn’t get a ride, he was so cold by the time he came back. One time, he brought back a new Monopoly game, and we played endless Monopoly that winter.

4. He loved watching westerns and UK basketball.

5. He once had a dog who loved to drink the last few drops of Pepsi from Dad’s bottles.

6. He loved being in the woods, whether is was hunting, digging ginseng or logging.

What are some memories of your dad, whether he’s still with us or has passed on?

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  • Mozette says:

    My Dad’s still with me… but we haven’t always gotten along as we’re so much alike; not until recently.

    1. He’s always told my brother and me to walk away from fights – violence is never the answer to anything, not unless the other guy throws the first punch, then it’s self-defence.

    2. Always learn to fix a car, change a tyre and know the basics of your engine – like checking your liquids and oil… if you can do that, you’re not going to cook your car engine or get stuck on the side of the road.

    3. Never let anyone treat you like s**t… no matter who they are.

    4. Know how to keep a nice garden, it speaks volumes about who you are… and i have a lovely garden.

    5. Dad loves fishing. So, anything to do with car maintenance or fishing places is a good thing in his books for present hunting … or a really nice bottle of scotch! And playing a game of darts was something he’s loved… up until he found out I was better than him… πŸ˜›

    6. I showed Dad recently how I knew how to refurbish something old… he was pleasently surprised to find that I have some great skills that he never taught me, but I have learned along the way in life.

    • Mozette says:

      Oh! The Golden Rooster is going to pay me a visit tonight!

      Well! It’s chilly here in Brisbane, so I’ll prepare him a nice little place for him to bunker down and sleep when the time comes… otherwise, he better not knock over my terrarium on the coffee table… or that bird will pay! πŸ˜›

    • Sounds like you have a wise dad. And my fater-in-law loves to fish.

  • Helen says:

    Trish

    I lost my Dad a long time ago and miss him everyday what I remember most is
    1. He was always a gentleman
    2. He was a great sportsman he player cricket
    3. He was a man of peace never liked arguing
    4. He could remember numbers so well
    5. And he loved his family and was worshiped by his grandkids

    Have fun
    Helen

  • Trish, what lovely warmth I sense in your relationship with your dad. I was very close to my dad too. He passed away in 2001 and I was very sad at how many of my girlfriends told me they hated their father whereas I absolutely adored mine. Here are six random memories:

    1. He used to call me chook as a mark of affection.

    2. He adored my mother till the day he died.

    3. He was a man of unshakable honor and his word was his bond.

    4. He adored watching cricket and football, particularly rugby union which he once told me was ‘a beautiful game’.

    5. When he was younger, he looked a bit like Cary Grant.

    6. He loved the ocean – in his younger days, he was a surf lifesaver.

    • Thanks, Anna. Dad and I didn’t always get along, we had lots of differences, but when someone is gone you do your best to focus on the positive memories.

      I love how your dad adored your mom. So sweet, and I’m sure part of your inspiration to write romance.

    • Mozette says:

      Oh, Anna, my Grandpa used to call me Chicken or twerp as a sign of affection. And when he was in home when he had demensia, he didn’t remember me straight away, so I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Hey, Grandpa, it’s me: Chicken.” he still didn’t get it, so I said, “Twerp.” at that, he turned to me with a sparkle in his eyes and smiled, “Hey, weren’t you going to… to England?”

      I had already been and sent him a dozen postcards… but he never remembered receiving… and Grandma even put them up on his notice board by his bed so he knew who they were from… poor man. He passed away a few weeks after I visited, aged 88.

  • Amy Conley says:

    My parents divorced and my 5th birthday was the last time I saw my dad until I was 16, so I don’t have as many memories as stories from my Auntie, his baby sister.

    1. He loved his coffee, all day, everyday.
    2. He was a great dancer. This was how he met my mother. He tried to teach me and said the samething everyone else had ever said, “She’s helpless.”
    3.He was very handsome and he loved women, hence 4 marriges.
    4. Whether he saw us or talked to us, he always loved us.
    5. He was a HUGE Cinncinati Reds fan.
    6. Even though I lied to him about something major, he never held it against me and he had my back.

    • Amy, my dad loved his coffee too. My sister and I joked that he was part of the little old men’s club that sat around McDonald’s and drank coffee all the time.

  • Becke says:

    Trish,
    What a lovely post. I lost my dad three years ago and we were very close. He was a very ambitious, successful man who could be harsh and demanding but also generous and loving.

    1-He served as the family patriarch for the family, which included his four aunts and their families.

    2-He was never condescending. If you had a job, you had his respect.

    3-He had a great sense of humor and always had funny anecdotes and stories.

    4-He could sell the devil a pitchfork!

    5-He was very creative and was always looking for a better mousetrap.

    6-His passion was building things.

    And yep, I miss him in spite of the fact that he’s always with me.
    b

  • Shannon says:

    The last two or three years of my Dad’s life were hard on him and hard on the family. His brain had shrunk by a third, and thus his mind was not there. He was not the intelligent, hardworking, demanding, and skillful man that I grew up with. A lot of the time he thought I was his older sister Patsy rather than his daughter.

    1.The one memory that I cherish from those tough years was when I brought him a chocolate milkshake from Bud’s to his nursing home. He savored every sip. He reminisced a bit about Bud’s, especially about taking the family there after the boys had won a game.

    From the better times:
    2. He would come home early (like 4pm instead of 6pm) during the fall and get out the guns–the 4-10 for me and other shotgun for himself, and we along with the current hunting dog to walk up the creek for grouse. I can remember the thum-thum of their wings as they took flight. He would only take one or two, saying that nature needed some to make sure that we had them next year.

    3. He was a fire-bug. In the fall, we would clean out gardens and pile the waste in a special cleared area. During winter we would trim back roses, bushes, and even take out a dead tree or two. All o f it went on the pile. When we got a late snow in spring, he would bring out the gasoline and torch the whole pile. We also had a burn barrel where we dumped paper. He would spray water around that in the summer before lighting it afire. He loved bringing in wood for a fire in the fireplace in the TV room, so we would have a toasty fire.

    4. He loved his job as a land surveyor, figuring out where the boundaries of land were based on old monuments. He would spend hours doing the math, and then more looking on the trees for markings that he predecessor had scribed as a marker for a buried corner stone. A particular problem was missing records from when the a particular crew had surveyed the boundary between the Indian reservation and settler lands. He was so delighted when I arranged for him to look into those BLM records at the National Archives. At Monticello, he was a delighted as a child when a docent there took out Thomas Jefferson’s so he could get a better look. (No touching, of course.)

    5. Reading National Geographic and then discussing what he had learned at dinner.

    6. His silly jokes. His love of puns.

  • Debbie Oxier says:

    1. He graduated from Indiana State and was a music teacher. He roomed with my grandparents, it’s how he met my mom. She was 15 when they got married. 2. He once got to play sax with Glenn Miller and his band. 3. Astronaut Gus Grissom was in dad’s boy scout troop. I have the pics to prove it! 4. He spent every Sunday with my brother and I since he worked the other six days of the week. He went out of his way to help others and would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. Miss him so much!

  • What a lovely idea for a Father’s Day. We lost Dad 17 years ago, but not a day goes by I don’t think of him, miss him, and have a hundred things I want to tell him.

    1. He wrote to my mother for a year before he met her all because he saw a picture of her and thought she was pretty. He married her a week after he met her.

    2. He taught me to change a tire, check and change my oil, change out a car battery and change my spark plugs.

    3. He won a Bronze Star in Korea, but we didn’t know that until after he died.

    4. He was a huge Penn State football fan, loved Nascar, rugby, baseball and boxing. No matter where I was in the world I always called him on Sundays because I knew he would be kicked back in his recliner watching sports.

    5. He loved animals and any stray we brought home was guaranteed to stay once it sat on his lap. His little miniature dachshund, Heidi, passed away in her sleep lying on one of his shirts six weeks after he died. The vet said she was perfectly healthy, but had grieved herself to death.

    • Love the story of how your parents met. How sweet.

      The story of his dog breaks my heart. I’ve heard this type of thing many times about dogs who loved their owners a great deal.

  • Trish, what a great post.

    My favorite thing to do with my dad was go to the town library. He never rushed me and would patiently let me read the comics in the back of Boys Life, which I wanted to subscribe to (for the comics) but my mom considered inappropriate for a girl.

    He was a hospital corpsman in the navy and was an expert at tending scrapes, bruises and cuts–ours or our dogs’ or our neighbors’ dogs. He loved animals. My mom used to say she was going to be reincarnated as a Northcott dog because he pampered them so much.

    Having no sons, he drafted his daughters to assist in building projects. I learned to cut a board and drive a nail so early that I have no specific memory of being taught. Too bad he didn’t also share info like how to change the washer in a sink!

    The biggest thing about my dad, though, and my mom, too, is that they were always there. If I had a school program of any kind, they came even though they both worked a full day first. My dad volunteered for the Girl Scouts and the marching band and was a deacon and later an elder in our church. After he retired, he volunteered for Habitat for Humanity.

    I had the kind of security so many young people today lack, that of knowing that if I said, “I need help,” both my parents would answer that call without hesitation. The dh and I have tried to pass that to the boy.

    My parents and I didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but they never discouraged me from following the path I thought was right.

    • What wonderful memories of your dad, Nancy. It all gave me a nice, warm feeling, especially your dad not rushing you at the library and fostering your lifelong love of books.

  • Trish –

    My dad passed when he was relatively young (65) but he had lead a very full life. I miss that he never really knew my son as he was barely two at Dad’s passing. I still remember him as if he were sitting in the next chair telling me what to write.
    1. Dad was from Wisconsin and could ice skate like a champ. We called him Olaf when he laced on skates.
    2. He smoked a pipe. I still have his old tobacco jar. His favored blend had a bit of vanilla or chocolate in it and smelled heavenly. (Though he once said the more fragrant the tobacco the worse the taste).
    3. He wrote a book about printing presses and even traveled to Germany to interview people about the huge Heidelberg presses. I recall falling asleep to the sound of typewriter keys and the carriage return as my mother typed up the pages.
    4. Smart as a whip, Dad graduated from high school a year early then lied about his age so he could join the army. He ended his service as a sargent in the infantry after the Battle of the Bulge in which he took part.
    5. He had a beautiful voice and loved to sing to Boxcar WIllie. He wasn’t a musician, per se, but could charm a tune out of a clarinet or harmonica.

    Miss you Dad. Happy Father’s Day!

    • Thanks for sharing your memories of your dad, Donna. I had no idea pipe tobacco would come in flavors like that. I always associate pipes with my high school American History teacher.