Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to my dad. He would have been nine-two this year.
And to all the other dad's out there, Happy Father's Day!

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

My mom and dad taken in 1982 at the Salton Sea CA, the year my father died.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

We didn't have a lot of money growing up. My mom made a lot of my clothes. She went to the salvation army, bought like new dresses and took them apart, then pin a pattern down on the material. After cutting the pattern pieces out, she pin the pieces together and sew a new dress for my sister and I.

She got creative with meals too. Left over mash potatoes became potato patties. Fried chicken went a long ways, and so did stew which she warmed over on top of the stove.

My dad fished all the time. She learned to fry fish the way my dad liked, and he was fussy and demanding. She cooked three big meals a day from scratch each day.

She found time to be with my sister and me, took care of her parents and ran errands (even the extra ones my dad gave her), and taught Sunday school at church or helped out in a class.

She took care of my dad when he was diagnosis with colon cancer. Cooked him special meals that she'd hoped he could eat to build his strength. And tried to hold it together when he took a turn for the worst.

When I get bogged down with what I have to do, I remind myself that my mom didn't have a microwave or dishwasher. She also didn't pay bills on the Internet. But she still managed to keep things running smoothly at home.

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Thursday's thirteen: Happy Father's day

I don't usually do a Father's day Thursday thirteen, mostly because I lost my father nearly thirty years ago. I still miss him.
So here to you dad. Happy Father's day.



1. He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland


2. My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys." ~Harmon Killebrew


3. One father is more than a hundred Schoolemasters. ~George Herbert, Outlandish Proverbs, 1640


4. Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope. ~Bill Cosby


5. Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name. ~William Wordsworth


6. Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland


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


8. Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father! ~Lydia M. Child, Philothea: A Romance, 1836


9. It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller


10. A father carries pictures where his money used to be. ~Author Unknown


11. When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. ~Author unknown, commonly attributed to Mark Twain but no evidence has yet been found for this (Thanks, Garson O'Toole!)


12. Dad, you're someone to look up to no matter how tall I've grown. ~Author Unknown


13. My first word was Daddy. ~Janice Seagraves

My dad Johnnie B Seagraves with fish
John Seagraves (he loved to fish)