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Showing posts with label Fathers Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fathers Day. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2013

To My Dad

1975  My dad is holding me, there were still 4 boys to follow
Happy Father's Day to my Dad.  The one who worked so hard to put food on the table.  Who expected us to work hard & get along.  Whose love of watching every televised sport put a damper on my opportunities to watch T.V. & thus ended up making me a much more interesting person by all the books I read.  Who loved the Beach Boys.  Loved (and still does) meat & potatoes. 

The summer of 88'  my dad spent recovering from a broken leg.  I was watching my new baby brother Tommy a lot.  We had our routine every day.  It was reading the newspaper over breakfast.  Then onto a Perry Mason, Matlock, Game Show Marathon.  Good times.

Truth be told you were a little impatient and this is how you taught me to drive a stick shift - "Just drive".  Yup that was my lesson.  I was terrified driving down Monterey Highway but it got the job done.

I got my competitiveness from you!  When we play board games watch out.

We all love you Dad!  Thanks for being a wonderful Father!  Love, Marie

1991 at a Father/Daughter Church Activity

Happy Father’s Day Dad! Here are a few of my best memories:

        Your jokes.  I remember you told the best jokes.  The “hairlip” joke was my favorite & I remember once you humored us & told it to us twice even though it was quite lengthy because I incessantly begged you.

       Dancing.  I remember dancing to Beach Boys & Abba with you & having so much fun.

3        Baseball.  I remember how fun it was to play family baseball games with you teaching us how to hold the bat.

4   Advice.  I think I was in 5th grade when I decorated a pumpkin for a contest at Hillsdale, but then decided it  wasn’t good enough to enter into the contest.  I remember you told me “If you enter your pumpkin in the contest you might win & you might not, but it you don’t enter it, you will definitely not win.”  It was a simple life lesson, but one I have reflected on over the years & passed on to my own children.

 Lots of Driving.  I remember you driving me to work at Great America, school, dances & anywhere & everywhere else I needed to be.  Now that I am a parent driving my children around, I know what a sacrifice this is & can’t imagine how many hours you spent in the driver’s seat between all of us children.  Thanks for the memories, hard work, and many sacrifices. 

I love you Dad. Love,   Jeannette

1989 Painting the House   Dad, Nielsen, Marie, Jeannette
One of the first of my fondest memories of you dad was the year I turned 16. I remember getting a letter in the mail from a secret admirer that wanted to take me out for my first date at 16. There were 2 boys that liked me at the time both accusing the other of being the one and I just had no idea. I remember going to the door when it was time for me to be picked up and there you were in a suit and tie! I remember we went to Kings Table at Oakridge mall, an all you can eat buffet and then we went and watched a movie. I believe it was one of the superman ones.


When I think of my you dad I remember all the times you used to stick up for us when other kids would bully us. I remember you would like to dance and that the beach boys were your favorite group! I remember you could always figure out riddles and really hard math problems! I also remember you helped me cheat on my written drivers ed.............should I say that.....(: I remember our favorite joke you used to tell us about the man who was a cripple.......for years we would beg you to tell us that joke! I know that you were always proud of all that we did and accomplished and would brag about us to your friends. I remember that my you always worked in the back yard and that you would always  help out others when you would get a call from a member who knew of somebody who needed help. I want you to know how much I have learned to appreciate all that you did for us through the years!

 I love you dad!!!! Love Margo