I Love My Dad

My dad was raised in Brevard North Carolina. His parents were good but poor people. Dad didn't do well in school, so he always tried to get out of going. My dad was the middle of 8 children. His nickname was Pet, called that by his siblings-His baby sister Betty told me that before we lost her. I'm sure you can guess why. Everyone has always loved him as he has had an easygoing carefree way about him his entire life.

At thirteen he felt so strongly about not wanting to go to school, that he ran away for the first time. He went to New York. I can't imagine a child of 13 being on the loose at that time, but in fact it was different times, and he made it alright.

He came back home, but then he left again when he was 15. This time he and a friend went to California, where he said he was older so he could get work. He was a scrawny little kid, which makes me wonder how anyone believed he was older. I wonder if they did. He had a few different jobs, and evidently he worked very hard and was able to keep them.

Pictured from Google Free Images:
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He finally met my mom, and after a few years they were married. I only know this from what I was told, so I can't go into any detail about it.

Dad served in the Second World War, and from what I have been told secondhand he never has been the same again. I hear the same said about a lot of men that went to war.

Personally I believe that my dad was just about the best husband a woman would want.

Mom and dad had a date 1 time a week for as long as they were able. When dad was young, he took dancing lessons at Arther Murry's Dance Studio-because my mom loved to dance.

I remember when she wanted a pool, dad put her in a pool. He cleaned it and mom and sometimes some of the rest of us went in-but not dad, he only cleaned it.

My dad always did everything in his power to make mom happy.

Dad and mom always acted like they were still on their honeymoon. I have always wondered what that was like.

Pictured is Mom and Dad along with Tyler, their great-grandson

When I was growing up I remember, my dad worked for General Motors. He was such a good worker that they had him teaching the other men how to do their jobs better and faster. Although he began on the line, he was put into the office and given the title of Time Study Manager. So, he was very busy. Yet, he made time to do things with us and for us.

I remember when dad made my brother and I a sled. Of course it didn't snow where we lived which was in the California Bay Area, but we went up into the mountains, close to Donner Pass and went sledding. I hope to be able to get some of those pictures scanned into my computer to share with you.

Then, when I was a teen, dad made posts for me to practice my parking. I wasn't very good at parallel parking-but I learned and I am now. He was also pretty brave in helping me learn how to drive. We lived in the Bay Area outside of San Francisco. That means hills. He had an old stick shift I learned to drive with, and it wouldn't start with the ignition. I had to park on the top of an ncline, and then pop the clutch to start it. That was pretty brave of my dad-of course I didn't know any better so it wasn't brave of me.

It did come in handy when I vacationed in Mexico, I stayed in Guanajuato the previous Mexican Capital, and when asked if I wanted to drive I did. Then I was told that women won't drive there. Of course the city and roadways were built in the 1500's.

Since my dad was helping me with driving and didn't want to show favoritism he made my brother a go-cart. That was cute and I liked it too.

Sorry if I sound a little prejudiced. But I really am.

I think parents should take the time to spend with their kids, teaching them values, and just spending time with them.

The memories, the lessons taught, the impacting of your children s lives are irreplaceable.

Photo-Google Free Images: A home-made go cart-not ours but it is similar