OT: Who Else Here?
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It was a combination of both.
But, never, ever, would I have thought to question anything. The word, why, was not in my vocabulary.
But, never, ever, would I have thought to question anything. The word, why, was not in my vocabulary.
Then you get the Greek Mother Silent Guilt Treatment for a few days. My Lord. You KNEW there was going to be a vegetable you hated on the plate the next night!
It might have started with fear, but respect long ago prevailed and carries it on...
And with my Dad at 80 years young, it continues stronger than ever...
Based on the stuff i'm reading here and for those that haven't read it, pick up the book "Shit my Dad Says".
Its a great read. I bought this in an airport and laughed the entire plane ride home.
Its a great read. I bought this in an airport and laughed the entire plane ride home.
I remember what a special treat it was when dad watched TV with us.
Whether it was Mission Impossible, a honeymooners rerun or The Halls of Montezuma on Saturday Night At The Movies.
I can remember his presence and how wonderful it was for me and my two brothers.
My two daughters don't care if they watch with me...lol
Whether it was Mission Impossible, a honeymooners rerun or The Halls of Montezuma on Saturday Night At The Movies.
I can remember his presence and how wonderful it was for me and my two brothers.
My two daughters don't care if they watch with me...lol
My Dad was a really strict disciplinarian. Yes Ma'am, no sir, don't speak unless you are spoken to, etc.
I remember he loved to have us do errands. He'd be working on something and whistle for us to come running so that he could have us go fetch something. He'd say, "Go down to the basement and get me the 3/8" wrench with black electrical tape on the handle. It's in the second drawer behind the vice on the workbench next to the sump pump." I would hear, "Go down blah blah blah blah blah blah pump."
By the time I got to the basement, I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get, much less where it was. It just took him forever to explain anything. I'd come back upstairs without it, and he would go through the same litany, only with disdain. And I would zone on about the fourth word. I'd be looking right at him and nodding, but thinking about anything else in the world. Third time he'd walk me down, repeat his instructions all the way, show me the wrench and unfailingly say, "If it were a snake, you'd be dead."
But, he never missed a game I played in and took immense pride in anything I, or my three brothers ever accomplished. He was the best person in the world to tell good news to.
Drove me nuts, but I miss him.
I remember he loved to have us do errands. He'd be working on something and whistle for us to come running so that he could have us go fetch something. He'd say, "Go down to the basement and get me the 3/8" wrench with black electrical tape on the handle. It's in the second drawer behind the vice on the workbench next to the sump pump." I would hear, "Go down blah blah blah blah blah blah pump."
By the time I got to the basement, I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get, much less where it was. It just took him forever to explain anything. I'd come back upstairs without it, and he would go through the same litany, only with disdain. And I would zone on about the fourth word. I'd be looking right at him and nodding, but thinking about anything else in the world. Third time he'd walk me down, repeat his instructions all the way, show me the wrench and unfailingly say, "If it were a snake, you'd be dead."
But, he never missed a game I played in and took immense pride in anything I, or my three brothers ever accomplished. He was the best person in the world to tell good news to.
Drove me nuts, but I miss him.
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