My Father Said

Posted Sunday, June 20, 2010, at 8:55 AM
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  • So did your father just leave the rest of your family in order to raise you, his one difficult child, or did you mean to write succeeded and not seceded [as the confederacy did from the United States]?

    I suspect the former? Anyhow, always good for a chuckle..or your parents are going to revisit your punishment of youth ...LOL

    -- Posted by Jenny Moore on Mon, Jun 21, 2010, at 7:30 PM
  • Thank you for sharing your childhood experiences with us Chuck. From the story you tell here and the Fish Story, your life sounds a lot like the life of "Tom Sawyer" only in a more modern day atmosphere.

    Being a few years older than you, I grew up too in the bosom of my family on a farm here in Clay County. I would not trade those years for all the Play Stations or video games in the world. Living on a farm gave me inspiration for learning to love animals, respect the land and enjoy the out of doors more than anyone or anything else in my life.

    I too was one of those children that always tested the authority of parents and the excitment of doing the unthinkable. One of my most exciting past time hobbies was learning to ride all of the animals on our farm. I was a very small child, so my weight was not a factor that would hurt any of them permanently, only mentally. There was no cow, pig or goat that got past me without being ridden until my father finally got wise and bought me a horse.

    All my life I loved my father dearly. He was my hero throughout all my life. It is sad to think of children today that do not have a father roll model like we had while growing up. Good bad or indifferent, fathers were always there for us when we needed an attitude adjustment or human kindness; but not always understanding.

    I remember all the times my Dad took me fishing and hunting not to mention the family get togethers when he would make homemade ice cream in the hand turned ice cream machine. He never spoke a bad word about anyone, and always had a joke and a smile for everyone he knew. Life does not make fathers like my Dad anymore. He never missed a day of work, he never complained about being sick, or back talked to my mother. He loved us unconditionally and gave all he had to make us happy.

    May dad has gone now to his reward, but there isn't a day go by that I don't think of him with love and how thankful I am that he was MY dad. And to all who knew him, he is truely missed by them as well.

    -- Posted by Keeping An Open Mind on Thu, Jun 24, 2010, at 3:18 PM
  • Thank you for sharing your experiences. The fathers of our childhood were indeed great men. I expect that there are still some great ones out there right now making memories for their children.

    -- Posted by Charles Hear on Fri, Jun 25, 2010, at 2:02 PM
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