This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Time Travel Tuesday--Memories with Dad Edition

Memories of Dad

Annie’s taking us down Memory Lane again, this time to visit memories of our fathers. I am late, but the topic has sat in a corner of my brain and been visited and re-visited today. Relationships with our parents always hold so much impact.

My father is the oldest of seven children. Only three are living today. He was on his own at sixteen and still finished high school. I found out as a grown-up he had been offered a college scholarship that he turned down. He is a hard worker and while sometimes offering a gruff exterior, he has one of the most tender hearts I have known.

My dad used to let me stand on the truck seat by him and shift the gears. He used to take me fishing—even after I threw in a good rod and reel because I caught an eel. My dad worked a lot and he worked hard. He was often at work and I remember being resentful of that. I didn’t get that he was trying to provide the stable home that I was fortunate enough to grow up in. I was kind of snotty about all his work for a long time. For that I am truly sorry, because it is time that cannot be reclaimed.

When I found my husband he seemed to be the antithesis of all that my father was. Somehow after nearly fifteen years my husband appears to have so much in common with my father it is disconcerting. But it is a good thing. My husband has grown into a man that wants the best for his family, like my dad, and like my dad does what he can to make that happen.

My dad always made sure I had the best equipment or shoes that he could afford when I played sports. He played sports, but I know money was tight—so I imagine he didn’t always have the best. He taught me to play golf. He taught me to play cribbage and I taught my husband that game. When my dad traveled for work it often brought him to the town I went to college in and lived for a while after. He always stopped and took me to a nice dinner if he could. Shortly after college and a failed relationship my parents called me on the phone one night. I was an emotional trainwreck. My father packed a change of clothes, got in the car and came and stayed the night, making sure his little girl was going to be okay.

Grown-up memories include him telling my husband, "No refunds." before our wedding, helping us move on a Christmas Eve. Making sure I had heat in a rat-trap house. And one of my favorites was when my niece (the first grandchild) was born, my sister asked my dad to watch baby Poo-bear. Sis says she put Baby in Grandpa's arms as he sat in an easy chair. Apparently my father sat there and didn't move the whole time Sis was gone!!! He didn't want her to wake up. It was sweet.

Dad’s always ready with advice and ready to let me do things my own way and pick up the pieces when I fall on my face. He’s helped people out quietly in any way he could. I remember in high school a boy I knew coming over to see my father and Dad sitting out and talking to him because he was gong through some rough times with his family. A former police chief told me it was because of my father that the police department got bullet-proof vests.

I could go on, but I’ve sniffled and snuffled my way through this long enough. Don’t get me wrong, my father and I have had some real doozeys for fights, and some really hurt feelings and we’ve both been human more often than not—but I think I’m pretty blessed to have the Dad I do. Thanks Annie for the chance to be reminded.

Visit more Time Travelers at My Life as Annie…That’s what I’m off to do.


Renee's Ramblings said...

What beautiful post. I sniffled along with you in a few spots! It has been so touching to read all these wonderful posts about fathers. Thanks for sharing.

IRENE said...

Annie did hit a nerve there, didn't she? I can see my daughters, especially the little one, being so attached to their dad and I encourage them and him to enjoy the bond.
Although in our days we tend to connect tenderness with more feminine characteristics,like hugs and other public displays of affection, it is interesting to read how older men and fathers knew how to communicate their feelings without displaying them. And still put their love's mark on their children's heart.
Bless you, your dad and your family.

annie said...

What a sweet memory of your dad! I loved reading these. My dad took my kids fishing last night, so sweet.
Your dad sounds like a real blessing Julie.

Anonymous said...

How very sweet! I think one of the most important things *is* to be human! I'm so glad you're blessed with such a wonderful Dad.

Barbara H. said...

Sounds like a wonderful man. I love the "No refunds." :)

CoachJ said...

Great post! I could feel your love for your dad. It's just amazing what a dad contributes to our lives as little girls, and later, as women. It really makes me sad for those without a loving father.
Mine was late getting up too---a day late! :)

Liza's Eyeview said...

You are blessed to have a Dad like your Dad. I am very close with my Dad so i can relate to this so much.

"No refunds"! that's funny!