Dad
This week has been so crazy.
I was up all night thinking about my dad and trying to brain storm on the good things he did during my childhood. As children we were scared of him, so it's easy to go into all the negative stuff and stay there. But I was lying in bed thinking about how he worked every day and almost never called in sick. I was thinking about how he would become a totally different person when we went to the coast every year and would make breakfast for all of us outside on his green Coleman gas stove.
I was thinking about how he taught us to fish and was incredibly patient with that job. I thought about how he kept my bike tires and Gina's bike tires inflated and how he built my bike from an old bike that was my oldest brothers. He painted it green attached a banana seat, a flag a basket and a radio. I was thinking about how he let us sit in the old cars he reworked and showed us how to do things in the shop like making glasses out of coke bottles. He taught us about our cars and made sure we locked them each night.
He kept the house repaired and when my mom wanted a roof over the back porch or a swing or a garden or a dove cage, or a screened in porch or glass in her cabinet doors, or a new car, or a wall taken out... she got it.
He always smelled like cologne.
When my mom was in the bathroom putting on her makeup, he ALWAYS went in and gave her a kiss and grabbed her in the bottom or the top so she would say, "Jerry!"
He bought me a classic car, worked on it so it would run well and had it painted for me as a Christmas gift. He worked on a white pinto for Scott and Scott drove it forever.
He took Scott and his friends to the coast in the travel trailer. He and Mom both worked hard to make sure our coast trip was nice and Scott and his friends had fun. Those boys got to do anything they wanted.
Dad would fix everyone lawn mowers.
He helped Bruce and I with both our houses, built 10 windows for out old house and several doors.
One day I told him I would love an oval glass door and the next thing I know he is asking me to come out to the garage to look at something and see if it's what I had in mind. There was the oval glass door. He turned all of the 6 inch spindle posts for our house and rebuild all the gingerbread trim, he and Bruce refinished and installed our ceilings. He found me a 6 foot footed tub, rebuilt our front porch with Bruce and replaced wood floors.
He and mom went on travel trailer trips with us and spoiled their grandchildren.
He woke me up in the morning for school during high school and he and I made egg muffins and then he dropped me off to school in his orange truck. I made him drop me off at the corner because the truck was orange. Lol!
When I was little I would slap the center of his huge hand and he would try to catch it.
These are the things I'm going to choose to think about. Not any of the bad.
I will say I am a Daddy's girl because I will choose to think on these things.
I was up all night thinking about my dad and trying to brain storm on the good things he did during my childhood. As children we were scared of him, so it's easy to go into all the negative stuff and stay there. But I was lying in bed thinking about how he worked every day and almost never called in sick. I was thinking about how he would become a totally different person when we went to the coast every year and would make breakfast for all of us outside on his green Coleman gas stove.
I was thinking about how he taught us to fish and was incredibly patient with that job. I thought about how he kept my bike tires and Gina's bike tires inflated and how he built my bike from an old bike that was my oldest brothers. He painted it green attached a banana seat, a flag a basket and a radio. I was thinking about how he let us sit in the old cars he reworked and showed us how to do things in the shop like making glasses out of coke bottles. He taught us about our cars and made sure we locked them each night.
He kept the house repaired and when my mom wanted a roof over the back porch or a swing or a garden or a dove cage, or a screened in porch or glass in her cabinet doors, or a new car, or a wall taken out... she got it.
He always smelled like cologne.
When my mom was in the bathroom putting on her makeup, he ALWAYS went in and gave her a kiss and grabbed her in the bottom or the top so she would say, "Jerry!"
He bought me a classic car, worked on it so it would run well and had it painted for me as a Christmas gift. He worked on a white pinto for Scott and Scott drove it forever.
He took Scott and his friends to the coast in the travel trailer. He and Mom both worked hard to make sure our coast trip was nice and Scott and his friends had fun. Those boys got to do anything they wanted.
Dad would fix everyone lawn mowers.
He helped Bruce and I with both our houses, built 10 windows for out old house and several doors.
One day I told him I would love an oval glass door and the next thing I know he is asking me to come out to the garage to look at something and see if it's what I had in mind. There was the oval glass door. He turned all of the 6 inch spindle posts for our house and rebuild all the gingerbread trim, he and Bruce refinished and installed our ceilings. He found me a 6 foot footed tub, rebuilt our front porch with Bruce and replaced wood floors.
He and mom went on travel trailer trips with us and spoiled their grandchildren.
He woke me up in the morning for school during high school and he and I made egg muffins and then he dropped me off to school in his orange truck. I made him drop me off at the corner because the truck was orange. Lol!
When I was little I would slap the center of his huge hand and he would try to catch it.
These are the things I'm going to choose to think about. Not any of the bad.
I will say I am a Daddy's girl because I will choose to think on these things.
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