Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Tribute on Father's Day

My father has been gone since 1984.

My father was a gruff, man who said little about himself, but had opinions about everything. He enjoyed a lively conversation about all the things we're told not to discuss in life.

After WWII, where my father served his country as a PT boat driver in the Navy, he worked in a sawmill for 30 plus years. When the sawmill burnt to the ground, twice, he found work doing anything to support his family, sometimes he had to work two jobs while the mill was being rebuilt.

My father wasn't a generous man, and a buck was a hard thing to part with. My mom had to do some penny pinching, but at least we had pennies to pinch. Even so, whenever friends or family needed a helping hand, Dad held out his.

Dad loved to fish and camp with family and friends. Sometimes we'd tent camp, sometimes we'd sleep in the back of pickup trucks or on the ground under the stars. I have fond memories of wonderful adventures in the woods and my parents whooping it up.

My mom contracted Tuberculosis in the days when they sent you away. Dad had to work two jobs for the nine months to pay for her hospital stay. When she was released, she came home to a brand new dishwasher. It was a big deal back then.

Later, when it was just me left at home, Dad bought a little pickup camper. When he could afford it he upgraded to a fifth-wheel and a boat. One boat turned into a bigger boat, then an even bigger boat. He named them Sue Ann I, II, III, mine and my sister's middle names. What fun we had water skying and fishing as a family.

Dad loved his grandchildren like he never had time to love his own children. It was a surprising transformation. In all the years my dad worked, he bought savings bonds. When he died, there was a nice little nest egg to fall back on if needed.

In their empty nest days, Mom and Dad took square dance lessons. They would camp and travel with their square dance club and have a great time doing it. Sadly, that's what they were doing when he suddenly died.

Dad was all about family. He was the glue that held us together. He had so many friends and relatives, when he died, there was standing room only at his funeral.

This is my tribute to my father, on Father's Day. It may be late in coming, but I just want you to know, Dad, I love you.

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  1. Sounds like you had a great dad. What a wonderful way and wonderful day to remember him!

  2. Beautiful post. You're last sentence brought a tear to my eye.
    Thank you for sharing this.

  3. "Your"...see, you even got the editor choked up and distracted

  4. This is a beautiful tribute to your Dad. I miss mine so much, he's been gone since 1998. Dad's are so special. Thanks for sharing..Susie

  5. That is beautiful. I love the idea of two empty-nesters learning how to square dance.

  6. That is a great tribute, thanks for sharing.

  7. This is a really sweet tribute, Elizabeth. I'm glad I dropped by to appreciate it.

  8. Hi Elizabeth,

    I wanted to give you the Stylish Blogger Award! Stop by my blog when you have a chance :)

  9. That's beautiful. My dad plays a huge role in my life too. I can honestly say without him I dont think I would have ever gotten this far. I know one day he will be gone but God...I think ur father knows and in fact he does know u will always love him. Think of him as watching over u as ur own personal guardian angel. U and ur children. It's imtersting how some people have such terrible experiences with their fathers when I can say my dad is one of the most important people to me. I guess we lucked out huh?

  10. PS I love the title of ur blog!