Hi…I’m Lisa from Primitive Gatherings…I am so excited to be a part of this mystery event!
Welcome to this 2014
Designer Mystery Blog Hop Hosted by Fat Quarter Shop. This Mystery quilt is made with fabric from Moda Fabrics designed by Edyta Sitar from Laundry Basket Quilts. The collection is called Snowbird…and it is so beautiful….you can see it and order it from Fat Quarter Shop at the link at the top, and also visit Edyta’s blog to see her inspiration and post about this beautiful fabric…I wish I could show you my block…but then it wouldn’t be a MYSTERY now would it…but you know it is going to be a gorgeous quilt with this fabric line and 12 different star blocks…that is a recipe for a successful quilt!
I was invited to design a star block for this mystery quilt. The quilt consists of 12 star blocks made from this beautiful soft blue color palette…We were also asked to name this star after a STAR in our lives…My star is named Fast Eddie…after my Dad
…I miss him and all the fun we had….growing up and as we got older. I recently have been going through the family photo album and keepsakes and came across a few things…like this….I found a grade school graduation card…from JUST my Dad…I bet it had a big bill in it too! But the fact that he gave me a card from just him must have been very special to me…as I kept it and I am
not a “keeper of everything” kind of person.
My Dad was a very exciting person to be around…he was talented musically, he played the accordion, hum-strum(stump fiddle) beer bottle, the harmonica and the spoons…So you can kind of tell this was a make-do kind of guy….My Dad was a Body Mechanic and worked days at the local dealership and evenings to flip cars and resell them…He worked hard and enjoyed life…when he wasn’t working he was playing…He enjoyed saturday evenings out with mom for dinner and then out to the tavern where I’m sure at more than a few of these outings they were partying to the music playing and getting everyone to play “something” including the
jug…I could tell my parents had a lot of fun from the photos of their good times…
we also had a “mobile home ” parked year round at a “campground”
where we did all kinds of year round things from Fishing, (see photo-remember those polaroids?) hunting, snowmobiling…to going to the band every Saturday night…I miss the excitement he brought to everything that was going on…I miss the stories he told…I guess the more I think about it…his “star” shined bright in my life and still does…
Now back to the HOP…If this if the first you have heard of the hop you may want to go and visit the other designers blog posts listed here below…and Don’t for get to go to FQ Shop website, comment to win a $75 Gift Card…and boy that sounds like a great idea…if you want a $75 Primitive Gathering Gift Card…Comment…tell me your Dads name and your best memory…most people won’t probably read this fine print, but if you do I bet you have a good chance claiming the Prize…
March 7th
Sweetwater – http://sweetwater.typepad.com/makelifesweet/
Cotton Way – http://cottonway.blogspot.com/
Sandy Gervais – http://piecesfrommyheart-sgervais.blogspot.com/
March 14th
Minick and Simpson – http://minickandsimpson.blogspot.com/
Vanessa Christenson – http://www.vanessachristenson.com/
Fig Tree and Co. – http://figtreequilts.typepad.com/my_weblog/
Kate Spain – http://katespaindesigns.blogspot.com/
March 21st
Kansas Troubles – http://kansastroublesquilters-lynne.blogspot.com/
Bunny Hill – http://bunnyhillblog.com/
Me and My Sister Designs – http://meandmysisterdesigns.com/blog/
Primitive Gatherings – http://lisabongean.com/
March 28th
Prize Winners announced on the Jolly Jabber
254 responses to “Designer Mystery Blog Post”
My Dad’s name is Jack
I am really lucky that he is still part of my life as on Tues March 26th he will be 80 years young. He grew up in a very disfunctional family life & family gatherings are very important to him .
My dad’s name is Carl. Dad was a mailman, and one of my favorite memories is of walking along with him on his mail route during my summer vacations when I was probably eight or nine years old. He was taking his kid to work long before the take-your-daughter-to-work days went national!
John Richard, He was a master story teller with an infectious smile!
Hi Lisa,
I also have been doing a lot of reminiscing ! I have been getting so many “signs” from my parents. I have so many great memories of my dad. He could do anything and did. He was a successful businessman in many different ventures. I have so many good memories. My first horse was owned by both of us. Half and half. He owned the middle and I owned the front and back. Think about it. As I got older and did not have the time to spend with animals he decided to purchase a motorcycle for us. I said same deal right Dad! He agreed. Haha gas tank in the middle. Thanks for prompting this special memory.
Janice
Ok – crazy thing. My dad’s name was Harry but everyone called him by his middle name – Trev. Not a real popular name back then but he made it work. My favorite story of him is: All of us were talented musically but not my dad. Not a lick of talent there! But he did play the kazoo. (I might mention that he didn’t have any rhythm either!). We would play guitars and banjo and he would get that dang kazoo out and start with it. Threw us all off! And I used to get MAD! This was serious business here! One time I looked over at him while he was playing and I saw the delight on his face. The man was in pure heaven. I never said anything again. Untalented as he was, he loved being around us, hearing the music and adding what he could.
Thanks for sharing your story, it was wonderful.
My dad’s name is Kenneth and my fondest memory is something simple, but it is imagines of his hands. The strength of them, the worn and tough skin of them. When you look at them and touch them you can read his whole life.
My Dad’s name is Woodrow…Woody for short. Too many wonderful memories of him, but mots of all I can still see his Irish smile. It was always there for me.
My dad’s name was Albert. he was a very hard worker who worked 16 hour days as a small grocery store owner to provide for his family.He loved us deeply and would do anything for us. He took one day off a summer to spend the day with his family. Dad passed away 18 years ago and I still miss him every day.
My dad, Hector, loves car racing. My mother tired of going to races with him when I was a young girl. So I started going with him. I didn’t think he should go alone. So he always asked me. I always said yes. I love those memories.
My dad’s name was Harold. My mom used to say, “he could strike up a conversation with a fence post” and it is my memory that he talked to EVERYbody. We lived on a farm in MN and people would bring him things to fix because he was also a welder. He brought everyone to the house for coffee and Mom’s cookies. We too had a mobile home permanently parked at a lake and I have many happy memories of time spent there with family, friends and relatives. We live far iaway from them all now and I miss them. My dad has been gone for many years, but I have his eyes and I see him every time I look in the mirror.
My Dad’s name is David. The best. He still will help solve any of my troubles!
My dad’s name is Merle and he was surrounded by women – my mom and 5 daughters – he was a very hard worker sometimes working 2 jobs to provide for us – one of my memories is of him standing out in the rain in a blue windbreaker teaching me to parallel park.
My dad’s name was Bill. He had the most contagious high pitched laugh/giggle. I can still see/hear him. 🙂
My dad’s name is Ron…the thing I admire about my dad, besides the usual of hard working, etc., is how he let me do the “fun things” as a kid….as long as he knew for sure I could. Like for instance swimming in a lake by myself… after I could swim across the lake (with him next to me in the boat) then I was allowed. Driving a snowmobile…..after he took me through a maze where he knew I would get stuck and could get out by myself, learning to drive at 12…after letting me “practice” in some woods without hitting any trees. I so appreciate everything my parents did for us, they made sure we had fun as kids… even though nothing was ever new it still served the same purpose and we still had fun. Now at 75 yo my dad is still going strong and he is having fun 🙂
My Dad’s name was James. My best memory of him is a morning of fishing on Lake Murval in East Texas. Several of our family members had small cabins there at the lake. We would spend every summer weekend we could at the lake swimming, fishing and just being with family. My dad woke me up early one morning and asked me if I would like to go fishing with him. Well, of course I said yes. We got in the small boat and took off. When we came to a spot that Dad thought looked promising; he asked me to drive the boat. I was scared but did my best. He would tell me “Go over there by the trees. Bass could be hiding in the cool water there”. “Let’s try over on the other side of that cove”. We spent several hours looking for those bass but did not catch any that morning. Still the time spent with my Dad that day is a beautiful memory for me.
Beautiful fabric for what I’m sure will be a beautiful quilt! My Dad was wonderful! He passed away very unexpectedly three and a half years ago. There are so many memories but some of my favs were spent with just him and I fishing. From the time that I was just a little girl until the spring before he died. Thanks for telling us about your dad!
My dad’s name was Erwin (Erv for short). He was a very compassionate man and loved people. He was very smart and was a veteran of the Army. My grandparents had a lake home and we spent our summer weekends fishing and playing in the lake. I have so many wonderful memories of him and miss him all the time. What a great way to start my day…thinking of the most wonderful man I have ever met!
My Dad’s name was Robert, but everyone called him by his nickname Micky. He was in the Navy for over 30 years which means that there were some long periods of separation when he was deployed on ships. My best memories were of the homecomings after these long deployments. It was always good to have Daddy home with us again.
You’re lucky to have so many good memories of your dad! My dad’s name was Otto. Unfortunately he passed away when I was only 5 years old so I don’r have a lot of memories. Before he passed we lived on a farm. I remember going to a farm auction once with him, those bleachers seemed so huge to me. Wish I had more to tell.
Donald. The day when he finally let me have a kitten and then he was the one that sat every night and held her in his lap. She (Sox) lived for 17 years and he cried just like me when she passed away. My Dad and I had a special bond because of that little kitty. It still brings tears to my eyes to think about my Dad and My cat. Happy Memories. Paula
Lisa, thank you for sharing memories of your dad. My dad’s name was Reuben. My mother always said she had five kids – my three siblings, me, and my father. I can’t say I have one favorite memory, as there are numerous ones, but I often think of our family outings to the county fair. Dad was up for anything – going on the rides with us, sharing cotton candy, walking through the exhibits, but his favorite activity was playing the games. He loved “I Got It!,” always lucky to win, then letting us pick out the prizes! Thanks for letting me share!
My dad Norm had a machine repair shop in our garage – I used to love to ride my bike round and round the same path just to be near him while he was out there working. He passed when I was only 20 (I’m 57 now) so some of the memories are clouded with time, but this one is still strong and sweet!
My Dad’s name was Robert (Bob) and worked at the Milwaukee Journal. He passed away 7 years ago but the best thing about dad was when I needed him the most he was there for me. We were both middle children so we had a connection there. Miss you Dad 🙂
My dad’s name is Glen. He was a hard working man. Never without a project to keep him busy. One of my fondness memories was playing horseshoes with him. He was pretty good at horseshoes and patiently helped me learn how to throw a mean shoe. I miss him and his wry sense of humor. Always had a joke to tell me.
My dads name was Jack. He was a barber with eight children. He was a great man and father.
My Dad’s name was Ralph Joseph Shade. My favorite memory is of him coming into our bedroom with a metal cake pan and wooden spoon banging it to wake us up to go do something fun or on Christmas morning to see what “Santa” left, He was like a big kid at heart. I really, really miss him,
My dad’s name was Leonard. He is still with me through all of the things he taught me. We shared the love of cooking and the appreciation of antiques. I see him in my children even the ones he never knew!
Thank you Lisa for sharing your dad!
My Dad’s name is Dale and some of my very favorite memories are him taking me to the OSU football games. We have had some great talks and seen some great games. We are both huge fans and love the band and the team. Besides the fun times, Dad has always been the strong one during sad times. God love ’em, whenever I have had a beloved pet pass, Dad would always come over to help with things even though I knew his heart ached too. I’ve very fortunate to still have him and count each day as a blessing!
Hi Lisa! What a beautiful fabric to work with…oh my gosh.
My Dad was the greatest and if you remember the song “Daddy’s Hands” that was my Dad. He was a farmer and like your Dad worked hard and played hard. We were a family of 7 kids (WHEW!) and all worked on the farm. No allowance, but given fun money when at the local fielddays etc. he even grew softer as the years went by and grandchildren came along…i.e. Our daughter had a very difficult time in labor with her first child…when talking to him it brought him to tears…never saw that as I was growing up! He was a star for all of us!!!
Penny
My dad was Alfred Mathias, named after his father and grandfather. He was the smartest man I’ve ever known. He always expected the best from each of us and instilled a love of learning in me that still guides me towards learning and trying new things. And maybe best of all, he was an avid gardener. Now, my sister, brother, and I have followed in his footsteps and have gorgeous gardens of our own.
My dads name was Wayne. My dad worked in the steel mills of Gary, as most of my friends fathers did. He was an amazing father and role model. My fondest memories are of spending time together, as a family, outdoors in the summer, swimming and playing in the sandbox that dad made my sister and I.
My dad’s name was Wayne. He never failed to attend my softball games and be my greatest supporter.
My Dad’s name is Harold…there are too many great memories to name a favorite, but the picture of your dad at the lake makes me think of all the fun times at our lake house. Several times, every few years, the white bass would school on the surface of the water. I would be skiing behind the boat and we’d go through one of these areas and he would stop instantly to fish! LOL! There I was a silly girl in the middle of a schooling bunch of fish bubbling on top of the water! I learned to just sit still and wait till they passed on to the next area of the lake. When my dad finished catching the limit in only a few minutes, we’d get back to skiing, laughing all the way!
Wonderful memories you have shared with us Lisa. My dad’s name is Bill. Growing up our vacations were camping trips in our pop up camper. Dad was a fisheries biologist and loves the outdoors. We would go to all the beautiful places along Lake Superior. Bon fires, looking for agates, playing games around the table at night, all such good memories.
My Dad’s name was George. He was an odd kind of guy. He died when I was 22. He had just retired about 1.5 years before he passed away. He was a great dancer and at weddings, everyone wanted to dance with my Dad. He taught me many dances..one being the polka. Love it.
Lisa,
My dad is also an Ed and my best memories growing up were traveling with the sports he played. Our vacations were wherever the tournaments were. After the games the dads would take over for the tired moms who had kept track of 20 some kids at a big park all day. Our dads would take us to the park in the dark to play or sneak us into the hotel pool afrer it was closed so we could all have a late night swim. I have many many good memories of little things like that thst just make my Dad the special man he is!.
Memories of my dad, who I lost last May, at the age of 104, are always with me, since he was a fun loving, happy guy, with a ready smile and I loved him with all my heart. I am an only child, and even at age 78, it was a very devastating loss for me. I feel that he is still with us, enjoying family gatherings, which he dearly loved, and playing with his great, great grandchildren, who were his pride and joy.
Hi Lisa, Thanks so much for sharing your memories of your dad. My dad’s name is Jerry (Jer) as everyone calls him. He was a volunteer fireman and would drive a yellow firetruck in our local parade, I always got to ride on top and throw candy at the kids, but I guess my best memory of my dad while I was growing up is all the times that he came outside to play $5 with my friends on our street, he would throw the ball way up in the air and we would all try to catch it. as the ball was coming down he would call out a dollar amount and if we caught it, we would have to add that onto our total, sometimes he would say “in the hole” (which meant you would lose a dollar)…you were too busy wanting to catch that ball that you sometimes did not hear him yell it and everyone else would be staying away from that ball, because you did not want to lose points…LOL Now I have kids of my own and when grandpa comes to visit, we still play that same game. He cannot throw as high as he used to, he has been stricken with a disease called myasthenia gravis that slows him down a lot, but he tries his best, just has a hard time breathing and tires easily, but he bears through it to give my kids the same enjoyment he did me when I was growing up! Love you dad! Thanks, Lisa, for letting me share.
Blessings,
Jodi
My dad’s name was Wayne. When I was about 10 our parents told us they bought a new home and all of us kids were so sad because we didn’t want to move from our friends. In reality they bought a travel trailer and we had the best vacation going from MN to Yellowstone and all the great sites inbetween. We had many great memories through the years camping and having fun with family.
My dad was Bob, and he was a contractor. One of my favorite memories was back in the late 70’s just the two of us took a trip up to Fish Creek Wisconsin to help move my sister and her husband back to Ohio. As a treat he said we would take the car ferry from Michigan over to Wisconsin and we would get a stateroom to rest in. Well I was a teenager and the Love Boat was very popular then so you can imagine what I was in visioning that our stateroom would look like…lol. It ended up to be two pull down bunks on the wall with a sink in the room and no Captain Stubing, Gopher or Issac anywhere LOL! I was trapped in the top bunk while my dad snored very loudly underneath…it was the start of a wonderfully fun and memorable trip that I cherish to this day. He has been gone now for 19 years and I still miss him! Love you Dad!
My dad’s name was Ralph . He was a farmer all his life. Mostly dairy cows. My memories include going to the milking parlour and washing the equipment at milking time. My earliest memory was when I got a pony we named Wendy and Dad would lift me up on Wendy and walk me around and around the yard.
My dad’s first name was Charles but actually he went by his middle name of Judson or Judd. My father was not a demonstrative man but the memory of him that I treasure most was when my mom, daughter and myself went to Ireland and found the town and Church in Tipperary county that his people had came from. While there, I purchased a walking stick and I carried it all over in our travels and brought it home and gave it to him. When I presented it to him-he started crying. It was the first and last time in my life that I ever saw him cry. I miss my dad!
My Dad’s name is Robert. Some of my fondest childhood memories come from our summer holidays when we always went caravanning (and still do 40+ years on). He would bring us out in Grandad’s boat fishing for mackrel, read us bed time stories (Alice in Wonderland is one I remember particularly). I’m so glad that now I get to bring my children on such summer holidays and that he’s always there to share so much with them.
My dad was a quiet, strong, kind man who was held in high esteem in the hearts of so many. His name was Stanley and I love and miss him so much.
Dad was very young (18) when I was born, but always so strong. He was in the Coast Guard, so he was away a lot. When he was home wih us, he would entertain us with silly things like chasing the light of a flashlight and telling stories by the campfire while we were camping. He had a fantastic sense of humor. I have so many wonderful memories, it’s hard to choose just one.
Dad loved us and his grandchildren and instilled us with high values and a sense of right and wrong. I feel very blessed to have such a wonderful father and to have known such a wonderful man.
I love you Dad.
My dad’s name was Thomas Onslow but everyone called him TO. He died when I was 16 from a fire. I miss him to this very day! He was a truck driver and my favorite memory is riding in his HUGE truck and him singing to the radio. He always came home from a trip with lots of “surprises” and I was always excited when he rolled in. Wonder if it was him or the surprises???? Ha…
My dad’s name is Earl and at the age of 84 he is still making memories for me. I am not sure I can pick my favorite memory but it might be the special note he wrote me as I was doing my internship for my college degree and I wasn’t able to go onthe family vacation for the first time. He told me how proud he was of me and how much he loved me.
Thanks for the chance to win!
My dad’s name was John David. Most people called him Jim. The best memory I have with my dad is all the camping and boating trips we took. Best times ever. I love camping and when I had kids we took them camping too. I hope they have fond memories of doing that together too. Thanks for the giveaway and I enjoyed your post.
My father, Theo, had a wonderful laugh and a twinkle in his eye. He was a loving family man who always said “I’m not going if we can’t take the kids”. We always knew how important we were to him. Leukemia took him way too young. Love you Daddy!
What a beautiful story you shared. My dad’s name is Alvin Arthur. I can still hear my mom calling his full name when she was tired of his silly jokes. He loves to tell jokes, and a few years ago the grand kids put together a book with all of his jokes. “What time do you go to the dentist? 2:30. (tooth hurty)”!
My dad was George. My fondest memory was going with him to the YMCA to watch home swim when he was 90 years old. He loved the water, and I can still see him smiling up at me during class. What a guy. I loved him so. He also loved music. He ‘d play for his friends at the Assisted Living. Music and exercise kept him young . He had the biggest hands, but he could”tickle the ivories” like no one else.
My Dad’s name was Jim. He’s been gone for about 1 1/2 yrs now but still think of him everyday. He LOVED to fish! When I was growing up I would go fishing with him all the time. We had a small outboard fishing boat. I loved to fish as well, but I think that is because he would always bait my hook for me. 🙂 He was my biggest cheerleader.
My Dad holds a very special place in my heart and always will!!! He is a very hard worker and always has to be working on a project. He worked as a miner for the Homestake Gold Mine in the Black Hills. At he age of 81 he remains very active–living in Lead, SD winter can very snowy. He not only shovels snow around his own home he also does the neighbors. He also checks on the elderly and assist them with anything that needs to be done. When I was in college he would write me letters just to keep me informed as to what was happening at home. I still have those letters and cherish them. Many childhood pictures of our outings driving around the Black Hills and our impromptu picnic!!
My father’s name was Harold. He passed away when I was 10 years old from cancer. He was a gentle man with a heart full of love. He worked in a bank and always wore a suit and tie. When he died my grandfather and an uncle stepped up for my sister and I so in reality I guess I had 3 Dads.
My dad was the life of the party too! We were raised on a farm and he was a diemaker for GM too. We showed cattle and hogs at the 4-H Fair and when we weren’t working hard we were playing hard too! We went camping, snowmobiling and we would have Euchre tournaments too. He would turn our pole barn into a giant party with lots of friends, music, pig roast and of course a few beers too!! Very good memories indeed!
My Dad’s name was Woodrow Wilson – his momma was a schoolteacher. One of my favorite memories is having coffee one morning after Mom passed and I told him Dad, you are going to think I am crazy, but I have to tell you something. He said, “Ohhhh?” I told him “I had a dream about Mom and, well, she called me and told me that she is ok, she loves us, and I was supposed to look after you.”
He thought about that and I finally I said, “you think I’m crazy huh?” He said “No, I am just upset that she didn’t call me.” We had a good laugh after that. I do miss my morning coffee with him before I went to work each day.
My dad’s name was Philip and the greatest memory was of his story telling of stories he made up about a pink magic elephant. I just wish I could have written them all down!
My Dad’s name is Don and my favorite memories are every summer weekend, hearing the Detroit Tigers baseball game on the radio while my Dad cleaned out the pool. And playing playing catch with him out on the street, him teaching me how to throw a baseball.
My dad’s name was Ken (short for Kenneth). My fondest memories of him are centered around this time of year as Easter approaches. As a young married man, he gathered all his married buddies together and organized an Easter picnic for all the families way out under a shade tree in the countryside. After church we’d all run home, change out of our Easter finery, grab the fried chicken and potato salad and head for the “picnic place”. After lunch the dads would take all the eggs from everyone’s Easter basket (most were boiled and dyed in those days) and hide them in a nearby pasture. Daddy would pass his cap around and all the loose change and a few dollars where thrown in to be divided into several prize eggs. It was a grand day for a little kid! Today I rarely see an Easter basket without thinking of my Dad. I don’t know for sure the year the picnic was started, but I’m so proud to say that my Dad’s Easter picnic continues as a family tradition for my family some 60+ years later. Love him and miss him!
My dad’s name was John, but everybody called him “Jack”. He was a very hard worker and did his best to provide for my mom and us kids. My dad died tragically many years ago, but I carry his memory with me every day, recall all the “little” things, and sometimes I dream about him. It is a comfort to me, and I believe his way of letting me know he is still with me and guiding me every day. My dad always believed in me, and taught me to think that I could do anything I put my mind to if I didn’t give up and worked hard enough at it. I think that was his greatest gift to me. I was his only daughter, and I my best memories are of the times we spent together – just the two of us – fishing and talking quietly.
My Dads name is Leland and my favorite memory is his special Valentines gifts he gave me every year to make me feel loved.
My dad’s name was Ben, I grew up with that man who could make and repair anything. There was not a day that he did not create something wonderful. I remember especially the desk he built for me. Even as an adult I remember him helping me make picture frames for my counted cross stitch pieces. I think that is where I got the ability to quilt, stitch, sew, knit, crochet and all the other things I can do today. Thanks, Dad.
My Dad’s name is John. Technically he’s my “step-Dad”, but to me he’s always been Dad. He came into my life when I was ten and immediately took my brother and I as his own. He was the one who coached our baseball and softball teams, sat in the bleachers cheering while we ran track and played basketball. He walked me down the aisle and cried when I married the love of my life. He was the one sitting or should I say pacing in the waiting room when both of my sons were born. He’s never been a “step” Dad to me, he’s always just been Dad.
My best memory of my dad, Wally, is of how much he accepted and loved my daughter, who is adopted. In fact he sometimes even favored her (on small things) which warmed my heart. He was also a very hard worker, putting his family first, before himself. Thanks, Lisa, for the memories.
My dad’s name was John. My favorite memory is going to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway each May to watch the drivers practice. We would have lunch at the USAC restaurant and I would have a candy bar and a Coke. Only a dad would allow that. Recently I was able to go to the track with my own son and it was a full circle moment!
My Dad’s name was Ray, he’s been gone four years now. Dad was a very talented woodworker, making small pieces of furniture, and all sorts of home remodeling projects. Some of my favorite memories are of us in his workshop. Even when very small I was given a hammer, nails, and a few boards to “make something”. One of dad’s favorite sayings was “measure twice, cut once”. Something I still employ when cutting fabric for a quilt.
Sounds like you had the same kind of talented Dad!
Great memories!! My dad’s name is Ronnie. He is a car guy, loves to restore old cars and used to race cars as well. We always had fun when I was a kid and now I see him doing the same with my boys…..
My Dad’s name was Ray and I remember him taking us swimming to a local swimming hole on a Sunday afternoon or going for a Sunday drive and then getting an ice cream cone. Much simpler times but such good memories.
My dad’s name was Thomas, a hard worker, I remember when he bought our first tv, black and white now that was excitement.
My dads name is Fred and growing up I didn’t see much of him. We lived on a farm and had 10 mouths to feed so he worked two jobs. My fondest memory is the joy he got in his grandchildren. He got his second chance to be around his family when he retired and I know being there for us means everything to him.
My dad’s name was Francis but he was best known by ‘Wizzy’. I have so many memories of him it is hard to think of just one. I remember him telling stories of when he was a technician in World War II. Some of the things he did and witnessed were amazing. I can still see him sitting in his chair smoking his pipe and to this day whenever I smell pipe tobacco it reminds me of him. ❤️
My dad’s name is Pete. Growing up my Dad encouraged my love of horses. We lived on a small hobby farm and the family had a couple horses. I decided I wanted to have our mare bred so I could raise and train a horse. I saved my money to pay the stud fee and my Dad drove our mare to the farm for breeding. Once the foal was born he helped me train it. It was wonderful to have the chance to realize a dream so early in my life!
Virgil–when he bought the house behind me and moved literally into my back yard. We got 10 amazing years of life that was so special as he watched my kids grow and was just there for me.
What a handsome fellow your dad was! My fondest memories of my dad were of him watching all my tennis games at the cottage. We would have small tennis tournaments with all the other cottagers and he would bring over his lawn chair, park it beside the tennis court, and cheer me on!
My dad’s name was Joe. I miss him so much. He would take us to his parents every summer. We would spend a month swimming and playing with cousins who also came every summer. Such good times.
My Dad’s name is Linwood, Lin for short. He turns 80 this year, and it’s difficult realizing that my time with him is limited. He and my Mom live across the country, and I only see them about once a year. I have great memories of sitting on the back of a snowmobile with him and going out for rides through the woods as night in the dark. I would close my eyes and breathe in the cold night air, knowing I was safe because I was with my Dad.
Martin was my fathers name and every Friday after buying groceries with the family we would go to the get an ice cream come.
My dad’s name was James but everyone called him Jimmy. He died when he was 50 and I miss him everyday. He loved to play pranks on his six sisters. His younger brother Johnny was usually in on the fun with him. Jimmy and Johnny were only 9 month apart and were both very close. My fondest memory is of his canary yellow camero. He loved that car and one year for Easter my outfit matched the car, oh and yes he took pictures.
Arnold, I remember dad sleeping in the station wagon with screens, while his wife and nine children risked a possible bear attack in our canvas tent!
Lisa–thanks for the great opportunity to remember our dads. I’m lucky enough to still have my dad around, but at 84 I know that as he says he is in Overtime of this great game we call life. My dad was a hard worker, 5 kids through Catholic schools and college. All on a commissioned sales job. If fact he is still working part time today, he says it is to keep him busy, I think it is because he did not have the opportunity to save when we were younger. The work ethic he instilled in all of us continues to encourage me today.
My dad’s name is John. One thing I’m proud about my dad is he served our country in the army for 22 years. That made him the man he is today!
It’s so neat to hear all these special memories. I wish I had one to share. I really enjoyed hearing about so many great Dads!
My dad’s name was Jim, or Jimmie to some. He loved to fish and hunt and coached all of his 3 girls in softball. He always worked hard and his 1st priority was always his family. I miss him and wish he could have met my husband and boys.
My Dad’s name was Howard and he was just such a good dad! He passed away 2 years ago on leap year day, February 29 – I remember how he always had peppermints in his suit pocket and I would purposely sit by him and sneak mints during church…I love the pink ones! He took the travel trailer to the beach and parked it on Lake Michigan for weeks during the summer – so much fun! I miss my Dad, too!
My dad’s name was Kenny. He loved fast cars, horses, and nature. My favorite memory with him was laying behind a large fallen tree in the timber watching a doe with twin fawns just talking about how we had to take care of nature if we wanted it to be around forever.
Donald Frazier. I was named after my dad and something he told me once was never let anyone gell you you can’t do something, especially a man. I’ve heldbtrue to that my whole life and no matter what schemes I’ve hatched he’s always ben my biggest supporter.
My Dad’s name was Bob and I remember the day he died. I was one week away from being 9 years old and remember coming home from school to this news.
My dad’s name was Homer! He was in the Navy during WW 2 so my mom had to name my brother Homer after him in case he didn’t come home. But thank God he did. He was a wonderful dad that I never heard him say an unkind word about anyone. And he never talked about his time in the Navy. And then my sister requested his military records after his death and we found out about the naval ships he served on and the battles he fought. I count my lucky stars I had him for a father!
My Dad’s name was Clyde but his nickname was Snowball, that was the name 99% of people called him throughout his whole life. Dad had lots of hobbies/interests in his life and I like to think that’s where I get my love of quilting and gardening. When Dad passed in January of 2012, at 98 1/2 years old, I knew we had lost someone with so much knowledge and wished we could have put it on a flash-drive. I miss him a lot but treasure the memories that I have.
My dads name is John Sterling Davis. My best memory is him leaving on a business trip to Minot, South Dakota, and I was crying asking him not to go. He got stuck in a blizzard and didn’t make it home until a week later!
My dad’s name is Les and one of my favorite memories is going fishing. He always knew the best spots and we always (or at least that’s what I remember) caught fish. I didn’t like putting the bait on so he would do it for me. At the end of our fishing trip we always had our pictures taken with the fish we caught. He would say hold that fish straight and in front of you it makes them look bigger for the camera. He has taken my kids fishing when we go to visit and last year he taught my youngest how to ice fish….they’re all hooked on fishing 🙂
My dad was named Herman but he always went by the nickname Buddy. He was a buyer for American Hoist and Derrick in St. Paul. My Dad was a big teaser. He was out visiting my husband and I and I decided to tease him back. After we were done eating I had put the plates on the floor for the dog to lick. I waited til my Dad was watching and I picked the plates up and put them right in the cupboard. The look of horror on his face was priceless! He died when I was 26 and 32 years later I still miss him every day!!! Lynn
Oh dear. The tears were falling here but now I can type. My papa, Julius, came from Germany and settled in Milwaukee where I grew up. My Mum was born in Coloma (Wisconsin) of German parents. My favorite Dad memories are those spent at the frequent German gatherings with the music and bratwurst (and beer for the ‘big’ people) flowing. Those were such fun days with lots of singing and always the polka dancing. I loved dancing and singing with Dad. The picnics at Old Heidelburg Park near Milwaukee…. with the shoe platlers as I called them. I was always trying to dance like that. Never expecting such a trip down memory lane this morning!
Lisa…..thanks for sharing your stories of your Dad. After all the comments, you could publish a book. My Dads name was Howard. He was a very, very special man. He was an only child and was born when his Mom was in her 40’s and his Dad was in his 50’s. He was a Navy man that flew airplanes during the war. He was the most loving person in my life……he truly cared about you. He was an excellent business man and did very well for himself. He was able to retire at age 55 and enjoy life with my Mom with all their travels. My Dad and Mom were truly meant for each other and they gave us the best example of what true love is and was. My Dad passed away at age 84 of a heart attach and my Mom just passed away at age 92 1/2. I am sure when they met again in heaven, my Dad had a huge smile on his face and asked my Mom…”what took you so long”
Thanks for sharing all of the beautiful memories! Dad was called “Bink” short for his family name Binkley. Few ever knew his given name Loren Otto. The youngest of 8 children whose Mother was widowed when he was in grade school he became a self made man and gave me the gift of believing that I could do anything if I worked hard enough. The state fair was a big event in our family and hanging with Dad through the mechanical building and endless tractors was rewarded with glorious time in the horse barns rubbing lots of velvet noses. Dad has been gone for many years and I still miss him and cherish our many memories.
Patricia Binkley Streeter
Lisa, First of all, I have to say that I read your web blog often. I enjoy all that you have to say and the beautiful quilts you share. I, too, have many memories of my dad as a musician. He was self taught, didn’t read music, but played guitar, harmonica, ukulele, banjo, accordion, and steel guitar. He’d go to auction sales and pick up used instruments and just figure out how to play them. In his teen years he was part of a band that would play for local dances, and would entertain during intermissions by yodeling. I have 10 siblings, and have so many memories of listening to Dad play and sing after the farm chores were done, and especially during holidays when he had more time. We would all gather around him and have sing-a-longs. This continued through our adult years when we came back home to visit! His favorite saying was, “Me love you to much!”, and his favorite song was, “You are my sunshine” – both of which continues on through our generation and on. Oh, how I miss him erotica
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My Dad’s name was Harry and I remember him hooking rugs, the kind where the wool was precut and hooked on canvas with a graph design. He hooked rugs right up into his eighties and always had to get my Mom to help him with the colour selection as he was colour blind. All of us six children and eleven grandchildren have hooked rugs to remember him by.
My dad’s name was Ed. He was a truck driver and worked the night shift for Montgomery Wards. It was common to find him asleep on the kitchen table exhausted but he drove and then worked at a catering company on Saturday nights. There were 8 of us so he didn’t have much choice but to work all the time. The only thing he ever did for himself was to bowl on Sunday morning. He used to take me along. I loved it. It was my time with my Dad. I’d get a quarter to buy a drink and thought I was on top of the world. He also only got 2 weeks vacation a year and during those two weeks we would do all the museum stops, Santa’s Village and hit the trout farm (so that we all caught a fish 🙂 The second week we would spend at some dive cabin on the chain of lakes. It was all about him trying to do for us. I miss him every single day
My dad, Maurice, was a wonderful man. He worked hard at many different jobs and then came home and worked again in the orchard. I couldn’t wait until he came home. I would watch out the window and when I saw his old truck coming down the road I would run outside to meet him. He would swoop me up and give me a big kiss and say “you can never have too many kisses”. He was also a lover of cars and was still making plans for “his next truck” when he passed away in his mid-90s. He was definitely my star then and still is today only instead of looking out the window for him I look up to the sky.
His hands. Dad started out his life in masonry and later general construction. His work could be felt in his hands – and I have never felt hands like that since then. His name was Charlie.
Hi Lisa! Great post! My dad is Tony, and my favourite memory is travelling out of town to a tree farm at Christmas and stomping thru knee high snow, hitting the tree, snow falling on us, laughing without a care in the world! Love your new spring designs too!
Thanks for the giveaway. Take care, Leslie
My dad worked hard all his life and his hands were large and calloused. But he would always let me play with his hand in church and I can to this day remember the feel of my little paw in his big one. I’m 63 and miss him to this day. You never forget your daddy.
My Dad, George, was an army colonel— a career military man. He was quick with a joke and could fix ANYTHING from electronic things to woodworking and everything in between. He loved to build radios and was a HAM radio operator, speaking to people all over the world in the evenings. One of my favorite memories is working with him on my high school science project. When I won first place, he was right there, smiling so BIG. It was OUR win! One of the last projects he was able to complete was carving a wooden rocking horse for his grandchildren. It is the size of a really small pony and has a real horsehair mane and tail, very realistic looking and beautiful. Unfortunately, we lost him early to leukemia. He was just 60. I think about him everyday and so wish that my boys had had the chance to learn and laugh with him.
My dad’s name was William, but he went by Bill. He was known as Skipper Bill. He was in the navy before I was born. I remember him building a 16″ cabin cruiser in our back yard when I was little. It was so much fun watching the progress on this. He would let me stand in the boat and “pretend”. We had that boat till after my father passed away (he was 92 when he died). Then my uncle (my dad’s brother) took the boat and restored it. He drove from Colorado to Wisconsin ( at 81 years old) to get the boat. He and his family now enjoy it.
The most important memory that I have of my Dad, is his strong faith in the Lord and that his life was a reflection of what he believed. Faith, family and friends.
My Dad’s name was Clayton, and his nickname was Bud. My greatest memory of my dad is that I was Daddy’s Little Girl. I was his helper with everything from going to the grocery store, to helping changing the oil on his car. My father was diagnosed with Emphysema when I was young, and he passed away to early when I was in my teens. No one will ever be like my “Daddy”.
My dads name was Joe. When I was young I was a clarinet player in various bands and marching bands. My dad never missed a concert or a parade. Whether I was marching in a parade or playing on stage, he was always in the audience. Now that I’m an adult playing in a concert band, I miss seeing him out in the audience. I believe he is there in spirit though, tapping his foot to the music.
My dad’s name was Walter, he was a pastor so he worked weekends. We had a cottage where we would spend the entire summer, dad would spend “his work week” in the city and come out and spend his days off with us. I remember the patience he had teaching us to water ski and fish, evenings were spent grilling and eating fresh fruits and vegetables from the local farmstands. I didn’t realize until I was older and had my own children how lucky we were to have that summer cottage!
My dad worked nights at the post office and raised dachshund puppies to sell. With the overtime money and puppy money he took us on long camping vacations to different parts of the USA to national parks. Thats ehen the parks weren’t crowded and you could drive right in. We tent camped. Those were the good ‘ol days for sure. I have been to every state in the lower 48. Thanks dad!
My dad’s name was Charles but everyone called him Bud. He was a hard worker and worked in the service station in town. My fondest memory was of him taking me each year to the Memorial Day parade in town. We had our special spot where we stood to watch the parade go by. That was our special time together. The last year I went with him was in 7th grade. The next year I informed him that I was too old to go to the parade. I think he was disappointed and the following year he was no longer with us. It’s a bitter sweet memory but oh how I loved my dad.
Clarence LeRoy is my dad. My parents lived with us for the last 9 years. We recently moved to GA and they came with us. My moved was soon diagnosed with cancer and went home to be with Jesus. My dad has been so strong through it all. As usual a great example to all. My best memory is all about his generosity. A missionary friend shared that he liked his tie….my dad took it off and gave it to him. He is a very generous man…..I love him.
My dad’s name was Charles. One memory that stays with me is how after Mass on Sunday he would sing the hymns loudly (it seemed loud then) all the way home with the car windows roled down! It embarrassed me as a kid but I feel much differently about it now!
Oh, now I’m all weepy. I’ve been reading about all the heros we call “Dad”. My hero’s name was Frank. He was a dairy farmer and loved nature and forestry. He taught his children to love and respect God’s earth. My memory of him came to mind immediately. He loved to whistle, and boy could he whistle. You knew all was right with his world if he was whistling.
My dad’s name was George. He was such a kind and generous person. He was a carpenter and I remember when I was about 10, he was working on something in the basement that he said was going to be his work bench. Actually it was a desk for me and when he told me I was thrilled. He was always doing something for someone.
Lola in NW MN
My dad’s name way Byron Ward, although he went by Ward. One of my favourite memories is my dad dancing – when he danced with you it was like you were floating and he and my mom looked so wonderful on the dance floor.
Thanks for the chance to win!
I never comment on blogs or emails, it took me the longest time to even find where to comment to this one! But I had to tell you about my Dad. My Dad’s Name is Ernest; no second name because in those days it was common to not be given one. My Dad’s father was a farmer and that was all my dad ever wanted to do. He waited four long years for my mother to finally finish teacher’s college and decide she was ready to be married. On their wedding picture my Dad looked extra handsome; dark brown hair with a bit of a wave, sky blue eyes, slim tall build. They then had four girls. Remember, my Dad was a farmer, so us girls all became farmers. We did everything from shoveling grain, working on farm machinery, and picking stones. Anything my Dad was doing had to be infinitely more interesting than my Mom’s work consequently we were always with him. My Dad was a super hard worker, there was no such a thing as a 9-5 day, he was always working on something in the evenings on a field or the yard and then when it was dark he did farm paperwork. In his spare time he weeded the garden and around the shelter-belt that Mom and all of us girls helped plant. He took apart an old barn and house, salvaged the lumber and the nails to build granaries that I helped him with. We did everything by hand including mixing concrete for the footings. Those granaries sported varnished hardwood flooring thanks to that old house we tore down; I can still remember how slick the shovel slide along them! Mom and Dad built a cabin when I was 10 at a northern Saskatchewan lake. My Dad said it had to be far enough north in the forest that he couldn’t see any summerfallow fields that needed to be worked. My Dad was an avid hunter and fisherman and we grew up eating all those good healthy meats. Some of my fondest memories are fishing with my Dad. At the cabin he loved exploring old trials in the bush and he dared drive where no one else would to explore some old trapper’s cabin or old logging road. When my Mom was scared driving though huge puddles he would just tell her that under the sand was a layer of road; no way you could get stuck, and he rarely did! My Dad very seldom expressed his feelings into words but about 10 years ago I clearly remember walking across the field with him to the 3-ton truck during harvest. I said that “no one understands how it “feels” to farm” and then he really opened up and we talked about the smell of freshly turned earth in spring, and that harvest smell in the air. My Dad often told us that if he died farming he would die happy. 8 years ago my Dad had a stroke and I had to face the fact that my life would change and I asked myself if I just “liked to farm” or if I “liked to farm because I got to do it with my Dad”. I know I liked it so much in a large part because I got to do it with my Dad. He instilled in me the love to work hard, the joy of growing beautiful plants, and pride in taking care of one of God’s most precious gifts to us, The Land. Today my Dad is a home and he doesn’t know me or even what a tractor is. I find this so sad to see, but I have the best memories of working and playing with my Dad.
I never comment on blogs or emails, it took me the longest time to even find where to comment to this one! But I had to tell you about my Dad. My Dad’s Name is Ernest; no second name because in those days it was common to not be given one. My Dad’s father was a farmer and that was all my dad ever wanted to do. He waited four long years for my mother to finally finish teacher’s college and decide she was ready to be married. On their wedding picture my Dad looked extra handsome; dark brown hair with a bit of a wave, sky blue eyes, slim tall build. They then had four girls. Remember, my Dad was a farmer, so us girls all became farmers. We did everything from shoveling grain, working on farm machinery, and picking stones. Anything my Dad was doing had to be infinitely more interesting than my Mom’s work consequently we were always with him. My Dad was a super hard worker, there was no such a thing as a 9-5 day, he was always working on something in the evenings on a field or the yard and then when it was dark he did farm paperwork. In his spare time he weeded the garden and around the shelter-belt that Mom and all of us girls helped plant. He took apart an old barn and house, salvaged the lumber and the nails to build granaries that I helped him with. We did everything by hand including mixing concrete for the footings. Those granaries sported varnished hardwood flooring thanks to that old house we tore down; I can still remember how slick the shovel slide along them! Mom and Dad built a cabin when I was 10 at a northern Saskatchewan lake. My Dad said it had to be far enough north in the forest that he couldn’t see any summerfallow fields that needed to be worked. My Dad was an avid hunter and fisherman and we grew up eating all those good healthy meats. Some of my fondest memories are fishing with my Dad. At the cabin he loved exploring old trials in the bush and he dared drive where no one else would to explore some old trapper’s cabin or old logging road. When my Mom was scared driving though huge puddles he would just tell her that under the sand was a layer of road; no way you could get stuck, and he rarely did! My Dad very seldom expressed his feelings into words but about 10 years ago I clearly remember walking across the field with him to the 3-ton truck during harvest. I said that “no one understands how it “feels” to farm” and then he really opened up and we talked about the smell of freshly turned earth in spring, and that harvest smell in the air. My Dad often told us that if he died farming he would die happy. 8 years ago my Dad had a stroke and I had to face the fact that my life would change and I asked myself if I just “liked to farm” or if I “liked to farm because I got to do it with my Dad”. I know I liked it so much in a large part because I got to do it with my Dad. He instilled in me the love to work hard, the joy of growing beautiful plants, and pride in taking care of one of God’s most precious gifts to us, The Land. Today my Dad is a home and he doesn’t know me or even what a tractor is. I find this so sad to see, but I have the best memories of working and playing with my Dad.
My dad’s name is Roger. HE worked for the WI Power & LIght Company as his full time job and farmed as a side job. At the power and light company he worked second shift and I remember my mom dragging all 3 of us on Friday nights for groceries and then to a place for fish fry. We would always pick up a to go dinner for dad and stop by so he could have dinner. I am happy to say and also very lucky that my dad is still alive and a big part of my life. He is a wonderful husband to my mom, father to four of us, grandfather to five, and now has his first great grandson. Thanks Lisa.
David Ferdinand is my dad. He was a Dairy Farmer for most of my growing up years, I remember him and the boys getting up early every morning to go milk the cows. I thought I was so picked on because my chores were all throughout the day, the boys just had to go milk and feed the animals in the morning and again at night. So I talked my dad into letting me trade chores with one of my brothers. Yea not exactly what I thought it would be like. I decided I would leave the milking to my brothers.
Lisa, I loved the story of your star. My Dad was an amazing star in my life. He blessed many many people during his 91 years on this earth. One of my fondest memories of him was when I told him I was pregnant. His face lit up and he grinned ear to ear and he gave me the biggest hug ever and told me how happy he was for me and my husband. He love his grandchildren so much and did so many fun things with them. I miss him so-o-o much!
Hi Lisa, My Dad’s name was Ed. I was Daddy’s little girl and although he’s been gone for 14 years I miss him still as though it was yesterday. We had a relationship that I’ve never been able to fill by another. My dad and I did a lot together growing up. I was his little kitten. We fished, gambled, cooked, built and did so many things together. We had many cherished moments. I don’t know that I can pick one time over another that I coud say is the best. However, one memory I cherish and always will, is that he passed just before Thanksgiving. Back then the fax machines had paper ink paper in them. Prior to Thanksgiving he sent a fax that was very random. I wish I had kept it but at the time didn’t think about it. He sent me a fax that read “happy pre-thanksgiving”. He died a week later. So although a sad thought to some degree it is a peaceful thought to me that it was his way of saying goodbye.
My dad’s name was Carrol. Most people didn’t know that though. To begin, he had noassatall syndrome. One day his older siblings, he was the baby, came home from the rodeo. The clown that day at the rodeo was having a very difficult time keeping his pants up. The rodeo announcer kept yelling at him, “Homer, pull up your pants!!”. From that day forward, my dad was Homer. Both of my brothers have proudly carried his moniker. He died at the age of 42 from complications from MS. That was nearly 35 years ago. I miss the crap out of him still. No one memory says it all but to know that he loved to play and always included us spoke loudly. Water skiing, riding snow mobiles, motor bikes, camping, shooting clay pigeons, playing cribbage and ping pong. My favorite photo is of him reading to me and my brother. We are in our winter Pj’s and slippers. Did I say I miss him dearly?
Dale is my dad’s name. His is the type of guy that everyone loves to be around. So positive and always willing to help. End of last year, dad was diagnosed with cancer. It has been a rough few months, but he his strength is back and I feel so lucky to have dad back!!! He has been there for me all of my life (50 years) and I can’t imagine not having him here. Love my DAD!!!
My dad’s name was Bob, and he sold women’s hosiery. I was the first girl in my Grade 5 class to wear nylons and then, later, pantyhose. it was great to always have these items on hand.
HELLO, my Dad’s name was Don. He was a wonderful Father to me! Loved to ride bicycles with him and play checkers! My Dad is now with The Lord, but I remember him well ! Thanks Lisa for sharing a beautiful post!
My Dad’s name was Geroge “Bud’ to all that loved him. One of many great memories was the day I brought my wedding dress home for the store. He had to put a nait up near the ceiiling for me to hang my dress on. It had just been pressed and was waiting for my big day. He put the nail in the wall and than helped me hang my dress. He just stood there and keep looking at the dress and than me. I saw him start to cry and it made me cry too. He said to me at that time no matter what you will always be my baby. I love him more than words can say. My Daddy was everything to me and he didn’t have to be as he was not my biological father but more he was my Daddy from the time I was 6 months old….Love him and miss him so much.
My dad’s name is Eldon … an Iowa farmer. He has an amazing work ethic and is known for his honest and fair business dealings. He also has a crazy sense of humor that keeps my siblings and me constantly in stitches. Thanks, Dad!
Robert – my dad was always my hero! It wasn’t so much for the things that he did with us it was how he showed us his true love for us. When my mom passed away she left my dad with six children ages 2 – 15 years old. He was encouraged to split us up among the aunts and uncles as he worked long hours. My dad refused and we all learned how to make do and accept additional responsibilities. Fifty years later my siblings and I are still very close. Most of our memories of our dad center around him being strict, but we appreciate the things that he modeled for us – persistence, determination, and family.
My Dad’s name is Jim. My favorite memory is if Sunday afternoon drives in the Buick. Listening to St Louis Cardinals baseball game while driving for a hour or two. We would drive down by the River to see how high the waters were, and stop at the Dari-Dine to get an ice cream cone before heading home.
My dad’s name was David, everyone called him Dave. He was a very personable man and told lots of stories, many of which one did not know it they were true or not. But one of my fondest memories of him is when he drove the lead car in the Tournament of Roses Parade on New Years Day. I was so proud and told everyone around me that, “That is my Daddy!”. Unfortunately he passed away at 57, far to young. He would have loved his grandchildren!!!
My dad’s name was Hilliard. He was from Mass.
My favorite memory was my telling him that the girls at school were making fun of me because I had such small breasts. He reassured me that I will mature in time and do not let those girls bother me. We had a long conversation about growing up. I could discuss anything with my dad.
My dad’s name is Ron and my favorite memory is sharing all of our “inside” jokes from quotes from old Saturday Night Live sketches to funny family stories, I love that we share the same sense of humor. Thanks for the great question and the giveaway.
My Dad’s name was Michael and we had such a special relationship. He died sadly when I was just eleven and still I feel a great loss but am left with special memories of going fishing together. He used to make his own flies and I loved to look through them. He always had a sketchbook and one day found a goose feather by the river. He took a knife and cut it into a quill, pulled out a pot of ink and made an ink sketch of the river as we sat watching the fishing rods. Such special times. I definitely got my creativity from him, wish he was still here so I could tell him how my life turned out. xx
Our dad, there were 6 of us, was everywhere we were without us knowing it. He was a carpenter during the day and an Auxiliary Police Officer during the night and on weekends. If we went on a date so did he only in hiding. Once I called him to come pick me up from a date at the movies and he told me he was outside the door waiting. LOL. Every Friday or Saturday night we would go to the local WGLI Radio station for a live on air dance. Dad was always directing traffic. We were so proud of the fact that he always watched out for us so no harm would come our way. Even our friends relied on his kindness. The anniversary of his death was yesterday so it is fitting that I talk about him today. His first name is Per Anders. Most of the neighbors called him Petie. Always in my thoughts dad.
My dad’s name was Garland but he went by Lee. My favorite memory is sitting on his lap while he read the Sunday funny pages to me. They weren’t really funny but I loved to hear him read.
What a wonderful story about your dad, he sounds like a wonderful man! My dads name is Lewis and my favorite memory with him is when I graduated from RN school, he was so proud of me and told me so. I had never seen my dad cry before but during my pinning ceremony at the college that night he had tears in his eyes and cried. I will never forget that. He is an amazing man and was always there for me.
My dad’s name was Alan. Childhood memories are going fishing, trapping rabbits.The pelts were sold for extra income, (alot of rabbits in Australia when I was a kid).In mushroom season my Dad would take me and my sister out to collect mushrooms to sell at the local market. Too many memories to write here. I was the baby of the family, first to go to college, my Dad was so proud of me.
My dad’s name was Loyd. We lived in a small town in SW Iowa. One of my most vivid memories of dad. An outside activity we kids did with our dad was swimming. After dad would work hard all day, we would take off and go to our local swimming pool. My mom was scared to death of water…so this was something we did with dad. When I got to go off the high diving board my dad kept encouraging me that I could do it…and telling me not to look down but straight out. Well, I looked down and really smacked my face. I was crying and my dad said to me, “You can do it, try agaIn.” Of course, I didn’t want to but dad insisted that I try again. The rest is history cause I did do it again and I know if Dad had not insisted that I try again, I would never have gone off the high diving board again. It was a great lesson in life and one that I have thanked Dad for many times. I sure do miss my dad and all that wisdom he had.
Lisa, Amanda and I are at your house this weekend, and Terri really enjoyed seeing this blog post. As we did. My dad’s name is Pete, and even though he died this past August at 96, he isn’t really gone in my mind, as he represented all that was good and right in a man and dad. I told him one time that it was all his fault that I had been divorced 2 times and finally married to a good guy. “Dad, I watched how wonderful you were to my ma, how you always worked so hard and always put us first. I thought all men were like you so I never really asked or got to know the guys I married, then discovered that you were the rare one, and the jerks more the norm out there.” I remember he looked at me and said, “that’s a hell of a thing to say!” and he grinned at me.
So we all walk thru down the path into the garden of memory.
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My dad’s name was Jim. He would do anything to help another person and never say no to someone in need. My husband said the other day, “you know, I really miss your dad to this day even though he’s been gone 12 years”. He went all over the world helping people. The best story was the one my mother told me that when my dad was in the navy instead of taking leave and going out on the town; he would go to the orphanages and help out there.
Calvin was my father’s name, 7th of 7 children in his family. One fond memory is the dinner we would have on my birthday, beginning when I was 10. He would wear a suit and tie to take me to dinner in a “fancy” restaurant, just the two of us. We would talk about “things” without the interruptions from little, “pesky” brothers. I felt so grown-up. My dad has been gone 10 years in April and it still brings tears to my eyes.
Thank you, Lisa.
My Dad’s name was John he was a barber and along with my mother owned a tavern. My dad was always there to fix anything we needed fixing. If we wanted something made like when walking stilts were a hot item we were one of the first to get them.
Richard was my father’s name. My dad and I both loved reading and we had many long conversations about books. His favorite was mysteries so I started reading them so that we could discuss different authors. I give my dad all of the credit for my love of sliced tomatoes with salt and raisin bran cereal. He would snack on those two items and I would always be willing to join in.
My dad, Frank, could do just about anything. He didn’t go to high school but God gave him a talent to us