I lost my Dad  some 17 years ago on a cold, snowy, January 1st. Things here have sure changed in the past  years. Mom was forced into being the head of the house.That was pretty shocking to her, since they had been married 50 years and he had always handled just about everything there was about our life. Mom had no idea what she was in for..it took many people to set her straight as to just what all DAD handled. 

Dad drove..Mom didn’t.. she was “old fashioned” I guess..so now she depended on others to get her around.He handled the car repairs and the bill paying..in cash always..if he could.. DAD did all the repairs, handled all the household chores that were too big for her..like painting the house and snowblowing and grass mowing. It is typical of the “Southern Way” Mom said. The MAN handles everything and the woman raises the children and tends to the cooking and household duties.

Mom and Dad both were raised in Tennessee.  They moved to Michigan to find work when they married and she was 19 and he was 25. Dad worked hard in many jobs until he started at the
job he held for over 45 years. It was very hot, dirty and long hours. He would climb up a large tower every day with at least 40 steps, many times a day, to help set molds and mix sand for molds for hot iron to be molded into car parts. He took us kids on a tour one time to show us where he worked and how the iron was poured. I was shocked at how dark and hot and dirty it really was. I had more admiration for his stamina after that visit than I had ever had before. I learned to be on time and not miss any days of work from my Dad’s example, I also learned to finish the job and not let it just be someone else’s responsibility. Dad taught me to paint houses ..his way..the right way…oil base and lots of it! He taught me how to check things on my car and would quiz me on car parts so that I would be knowledgeable around a mechanic. He taught good maintenance on all our lawn equipment and the ins and outs of fixing the small things around the house.
He also taught me to respect other people and that your word is
your bond and to treat others like you would like to be treated.
These things I carry with me…everyday…. this year when mom passed away, someone said to me,
“well I bet your Dad and Mom will be very happy now that they are together again.” I tend to agree with them. It gives me comfort to know they are together, watching over us. 



I was a caregiver for the elderly on and off for over 30 years.I am now retired and enjoying a new life. I love blogging and have kept a personal journal for 40 years. I enjoy the freedom of being creative and interacting with the millions of other bloggers in the world.I love learning the new things that the computer world has to offer. I have made friends that will last a lifetime blogging, something I never ever thought would happen. I hope you enjoy my blog,and will continue to visit me in the future.

7 responses »

  1. I have to admit for me my relationship with my dad remains horribly difficult. He was never an easy man to deal with and often left mom and I to fend for ourselves. He paid the absolutes of the house but was often hard and very cruel on my mom and I. These days he’s better than he used to be but is still often hard even on his grandchildren which is painful to witness. Father’s Day reminds me every single year of what I know each and every day: I don’t have to repeat history and I can be the dad my own refused to be.

  2. Great! I didn’t know all that about your Dad! Love the old picture too. Aren’t scanners great—I scanned a bunch of old photos that were in an album that had been water damaged and am THRILLED with the quality of the digital copies. What a great way to preserve those memories. Glad he taught you all of those things—probably because you were the oldest—especially the car stuff and how to deal with the lawn and outside house. He probably knew you would be the most responsible and need to know these things—and he was right on the money. Wish I had known him better—but he was rarely there when I was. Keep those memories alive and pass them on to his grandkids and anyone who will listen. Oh, and have a great day…

  3. Some neat memories of your dad there. He sounds like an old-fashioned dad, much like my father, who’s still here going on 82. My mother would be fairly lost without him, just like your mother. He does all the driving, for one.

  4. *´¨)
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    (¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ Beautiful words spoken from such a loving daughter. As a father, I can honestly say that a father may not tell you as often as he should that he loves you, but he certainly will show you. I get the impression that your father loved you deeply. He sounds like a honorable man, with old school values! How can one not respect that?! I do. Here’s to your memories this past Father’s Day, may you hold on tight to them now and always.

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