Happy Father’s Day To My Dear Sweet Dad

youngdad My dad was undeniably one of a kind. He ALWAYS went out of his way to spend time with me, teach me, console me, make me laugh, and raise me the best way he knew how.

Dad was indeed a profoundly special person in my life; I loved him dearly! I will miss him again this Father’s Day as usual.

Below are 12 things about my dad that made up his character 🙂

 


Dad was a perfectionist
Dad was a quiet man
Dad was tender hearted, and cried easily
Dad was consistently trying to make people laugh
Dad was quite shy; that is where I get my shyness 😉
Dad was not confident
Dad took extra care of himself
Dad always fought his inner deamons – depression and anxiety
Dad was a family man; when he felt good
Dad loved God
Dad loved me =)
Dad was loved (and is) loved by many

I searched this world over and could not find a better dad than MY dad! I got the best!

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Below are a few quotes I found that touched my heart

A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again
– Enid Bagnold

Any man can be a Father but it takes someone special to be a dad. <3
– Anne Geddes

Fathers, be good to your daughters. You are the god and the weight of her world.
– John Mayor

From:
http://quotations.about.com/

Graphic:
http://www.fathersday-2014.net/

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LOVE AND MISS YOU DAD! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Dad And Me – Going Down Memory Lane

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I’m still a bit distressed about Dad’s passing. It’s still somewhat of a shock, but not as bad as it was. So, I am starting to find some peace with it.

Just yesterday, I saw some Cardinal shirts at Walmart. I immediately thought that would be a nice gift for Father’s Day 🙁 I know we all go through the grieving process when our parents pass; or any person that means the world to us.

However, this man was ultimately my favorite man in the world; although, my husband is mighty close up there. <3 I've had this blog post in my mind for quite some time. I've just been procrastinating...something I do regularly for a great deal of things. For Example: I'm still waiting for our taxes to be competed. Should be done today or tomorrow. Hello! Tomorrow is the deadline. 😮 lol I'm certain that this post is a great deal of therapy for me by looking back on all these memories I have tucked away in the pages of my mind. I can remember back in my youth some phenomenal memories.

Counting One Dozen Excellent Memories 🙂


My dad put spending time with me high up on his priority list. I don’t know about you, but that’s quite a lot to say in this day and age. Granted, that was 45 (or so) years ago.

Not an exceptional amount of individuals can say this about their parents today. Very sad, but true!

#1 I’ll never forget my first ride on my bike without training wheels or Dad holding on. Keep in mind the down-hill I was on; I ended up crashing and bruising myself up when I landed in an alley. Of course, my dad was right behind me. I could hear him cheering me on all the way down. I shed a few tears over that one, however, I got right back up and made sure my knees were ok – LOL and kept trying. Dad wouldn’t let me give up. He wasn’t mean by any means; he just kept me positive. He was just that way. I loved my banana seat and monkey bars bike! 🙂

#2 Ahh, the huge ice storm that hit St. Louis! I will NEVER forget this one. I was off school (I think) 3 days. Very early the morning of all that ice that fallen, Dad had me come outside with him. The neighborhood looked like something out of a Christmas wonderland calendar or book! It was genuinely breathtaking. Dad and I ice skated up and down our street that morning. It was my most memorable time with my dad.

#3 I was on a softball team with the younger members of the church I belonged to…probably (14 or 15 years of age). While I’m not into sports at all, and also didn’t have an ounce of confidence in myself, Dad helped me by pitching me the ball to bat. The memory is so vivid. He would hike up his leg just like the Cards do; so professional. He did help me with my lack of confidence considerably.

#4 Dad loved airplanes so much that he dreamed of being a pilot. I remember my dad taking me up in a helicopter ride. Lots of fun indeed! I don’t remember where we were; I just can recall the helicopter ride. How many Dad’s do that today, considering the many types of technology there is today? Really, I mean 60 to 75% of the world’s population are texting or surfing the net constantly.

#5 Not too long ago, I had gotten in a good habit of typing out yearly Christmas letters that highlighted the most memorable events of the year and mailing them to the people on my list. The last couple of years, I didn’t do it). Not sure why. 😉

Dad made it his mission to let me know how good those letters were written. As a freelance writer myself, that sure meant the world to me.

#6 My father’s laugh! Anyone that knew Dad at his best will tell you, he had the biggest laugh. When we went to the show, he sure didn’t hold back! 🙂 I was trying to remember the last time I heard it. I’m quite certain that it was here at my house at Christmas time. I miss those days so much!

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#7 Model airplane glue! I think this is a given back when he was feeling good. You would find him down in the basement building planes. You could smell it throughout the house. Dad was a pure perfectionist. Well, he was a perfectionist in everything he did!

#8 My closet spanking. I remember one spanking and only (1). My best friend, (BFF) was at the house. However, I don’t remember what I did, (honestly). My friend and I were hiding in the closet! LOL – Not sure how he coaxed me out of the closet. Once we were out, I remember the line, “This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.” YES, he really said that. 😉

9. Singing songs. Dad sang songs to me quite often. Around Christmas was the most frequent. Although, he sang the song, “Tammy’s In Love.” It made me mad, and the madder I became, the more he would sing it! Lol – The Christmas songs I remember were; Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer, and the Up on The House Top, Click, Click, Click song. 🙂

#10 Christmas! Dad adored Christmas. He loved trees and lighting up the house outside. This reminds me of an evergreen tree in front of the house I grew up in. Dad generously lit that tree! To see it now, it almost is bigger and taller than the house. Lol

# 11 The flying field. The flying field was a park that you could fly model airplanes, both standing in place and going in circles and the remote type. Dad loved going there. When he felt really good, he would go just about every weekend. He enjoyed this thoroughly! (y)

#12 Many trips to the park! I remember Dad taking me to various parks. He would push me on the swings. I remember walking with him too.

As you can see, there were many happy times and memories with my father. I loved him very much. Goodbye Daddy.

Book Review – My Grandma Lives In Florida

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I was excited to do this book review, and was delighted to receive the actual book…just for posting this review! How awesome is that?!

 
 
 
 
 
 
Award Winning Children’s Book!
MY GRANDMA LIVES IN FLORIDA

 

 

The many rhymes that generously grace the pages of My Grandma Lives In Florida will captivate any child for hours on end! =)

This book is unique…not like all the other “bed time stories for kids” Happy and Entertaining. All moms and grandmas will enjoy reading it to their children and grands!

I thoroughly enjoyed reading it myself! 🙂

What Is The Story?…

A child alligator, from New York City goes to see Grandma in Florida. What a transcendent experience with bonding with Grandma…especially on a beach in Florida! Charming story.

The graphics are exquisitely detailed…all small children will pleasantly be entertained with fun hours of reading. 🙂

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My favorite page is PAGE 4…It says…

“I love my Grandma and Grandma loves me!”
 

 

I used to say this to my grandson (now 3 years old) A LOT. It would make him smile so! I can’t wait to read this entire book to him. 🙂

Your Child Will Definitely Enjoy Hearing The Words Read To Them Over and Over Again! Promise! 🙂

*** Author Ed Shankman ***
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You can grab this gem of a book Here

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The Legacy of Grandmothers

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I was very fortunate to know my great-grandmother up until I was twelve years old. The memories I have of her are scattered but everything I remember is consistent in that she was a strong and faithful woman. From her belief in our Lord, her work ethics, and the way she cared for those around her my memories attest to her character. As I became an adult I would continue to see the faithfulness and love of my Great-Grandma Susie from the stories that those that loved her would tell me.

I remember as a child going to her home once or twice a week with momma. We would spend a few hours there and while we were there it was as if we had taken a trip into the past. This was in fact in the sixties so when I talk about the past I mean the long past. She was born in eighteen hundred and eighty two. Her house smelled of cinnamon apples which she often cooked up for us when we came over. Her kitchen table was one of those aluminum legged, hard white top tables from perhaps the forties and the chairs were the shiny, plastic covered padded type that made little bare legs stick when you sat too long.


Her house was small and well kept. She had a bird in a cage on her small back porch which my oldest brother would torment. She was tall and always wore homemade aprons with huge pockets and always had a hankie peeking out. My height only came up to her waist and I recall so much more about her aprons and her hands than the etchings of her face. She was stern but you knew how much she loved you. She had a pump sewing machine which was used a great deal because she made most of what she wore, along with things for others including quilts. I also recall a large picture of Jesus on her wall and another of an angel watching over some children.

When we would visit I would carry my dolls with me. When I came into the house with a doll at some point during our visit she would take me to the sewing machine and pull out a swatch of some kind of pretty material. She would then sit down and make me a new dress for my dolly. I was always fascinated when she did this, I was young and it was amazing to watch. When I got much older it was even more amazing to me since I am anything but a seamstress. How someone could do this with just a glance and no pattern is outstanding. The dress always fit dolly perfectly.

She let megive her sewing machine a try but when my brothers began to play with the pump mechanism our sewing time was over. She had jars full of buttons and I loved looking at them and sometimes I would string them up for a necklace. I could play with the buttons and my dollies for many hours, but not the boys.

When my brothers would start to get bored and began to aggravate her bird she never said a word. She lovingly went to the kitchen and started to peel an apple or get out the bread and butter to make a piece of buttered bread with sugar. Sometimes it was a piece of lettuce with sugar or a raw potato with salt. She would make something for each of us and say, “Now, go out on the back porch and eat this.” We would willingly go and begin to play in the back yard.

Out in the yard was what I believe now to be a single car garage separate from the small house. But grandma had turned it into a small apartment to earn extra money. She was very resourceful and frugal; she had to be. She was alone when I knew her and taking care of herself. She was in her seventies when I met her. She had my grandmother later in life because she tried having children for a long time and was not able. They finally decided to adopt a boy and within a few months found out she was pregnant with my grandmother.

The first occupant of the little apartment behind the house I believe was a cousin of my grandma. She was a very unpleasant woman with a wart on her nose and a pointy chin and we truthfully thought she was a witch. Even though mom assured us she was not a witch her behavior told us different and we knew mom had been deceived by this woman! The second occupant was also a relative I believe but a much sweeter woman. She would invite me in and tell me stories and talk to me about my dolls. I loved spending time with my great-grandma and with this lady.

From the stories I have heard from my grandmother (my great-grandma Susie’s daughter) and my mom her life went something like this. Her mother died when she was fourteen and she had a younger sister by the name of ArizonaTerritory. From the stories passed down it seems they were passing through ArizonaTerritory on a covered wagon when she was born, thus the name. We called her Aunt Zoni and she told the most amazing stories. Anyway, Grandma Susie, at fourteen years old, was sent to live with another family and help them with work around the house because her dad could not take care of both of them after the death of her mother. Essentially she was earning her food and board by working for these people.

At one point she started working for Burlington which at the time made overalls and jeans. They had huge sewing machines and needles strong enough to go through thick denim. I can only imagine how strong you had to be in your upper arms to sew jeans eight plus hours a day. The stories go that she ran one of those needles through her finger at some point. *Shudder* As you can see she was accustomed to hard work. At some point she married and got some help but in her later years was again alone and depending on the Lord and His gift of resourcefulness.

My grandma and her three children went to live in great-grandma’s small home for many years when they found themselves homeless because my granddad’s alcoholism had taken over his life. Mom said that great-grandma made it all work in her small home and they always felt safe and were well fed. My mom tells me how great-grandma would heat up bricks, wrap them, and put them at their feet for warmth in the winter because they depended on one wood stove for heating.

In the summer there was one large fan in the window for cooling the house. Mom and I were just talking about this yesterday because it was so hot. I was wondering how they used to do it. Of course she lived in Kansas and not Texas but it was still hot in the summers. I asked Mom how they slept in that heat. She said they would go to bed and lay there until about eleven or eleven thirty before they could sleep; by then it had gotten a little cooler. I can not even imagine.

My own grandma was born in nineteen hundred and fifteen and she was a hard working woman just like great-grandma. Sometime during WWII grandma began working in a factory. It was the Sunshine Biscuit Factory and she was on the cracker assembly lines. They did not have a car so the bus was taken everywhere. Even my own mother, before they went to live with great-grandma, was boarding the bus with bags of laundry to get the clothes washed while grandma was off at the factory.

There are three generations of very strong women in my life that have passed down their strengths and their love for God to me. I am so thankful for these women in my life and the stories from the past that make us who we are. I am doing my best to pass these beliefs, strengths, and stories on to my children. My own daughter was blessed to have known her great-grandma Naomi until she was twelve, my son was only five but he remembers so many things about her. And now they are blessed to have their grandma Darlene, my mother, living with us. My daughter is twenty-eight and my son is twenty-one and she is a huge part of their lives at seventy-seven years old. What a blessing to have this legacy of love passed down through all these years!

About The Author

Rachel is an ex-babysitting pro as well as a professional writer and blogger. She is a graduate from Iowa State University and currently writes for www.babysitting.net. She welcomes questions/comments which can be sent to rachelthomas.author @ gmail.com.