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by albert nonymous "A" nonymous for short. on October 18th, 2009
Getting whipped with a belt or electric frying pan cord until I pissed my pants.
by King of Sexytown on October 18th, 2009
The beatings before he finally just left.
by Suby the Coat on October 18th, 2009
His taking me to the Zoo and the Museum and explaining each thing exhibited exhaustively till I was totally satisfied and had no more question to ask.
by Not so Loony gone Ape on October 18th, 2009
I have two wonderful memories.
1. My dad was competing in motocross races so, racing weekends were always terribly exciting.
2. My uncle brought me a real bow with arrows that had metal tips. I wasn't allowed to use it on my own. My dad one day agreed to go try it out in a large open field.
Shooting the first arrow horizontally it very nearly was lost under the grass.
The second arrow I shot straight up into the sky! I was amazed but my dad was totally horrified as it went so high, it disappeared out of sight.
He grabbed me and we ran as fast as we could only to hear a thud a short distance away when the arrow hit the ground.
Well, never again did we shoot my bow and arrow in a field without a target.
by Jadey - Vive la difference on October 18th, 2009
It was a day he took me to London for Astrofest (an astronomy conference) and then to Maddam Tussauds. It was just a really great day. Always sticks in my memories as one of my favourite days as a child.
He did a lot with us, but because of the really long hours he worked, it was always special when I got one on one time with him.
by Tom 47 is back in his bear COAT on October 18th, 2009
I broke my arm at school and my dad came from off his job and took me to the hospital. I was in agony but trying not to bawl. (I was six years old) He kept talking to me all the time..."It will be OK, I know it hurts now, but it will be OK. They will put you to sleep with a kind of 'mask', but don't be scared. You will just go to sleep. And I will be right there...all the time. And they will fix it. You will have a "cast" on it but that is just for a while, till it heals up." He stayed with me and just kept talking slow and calm all the time...all the way into the "room" which was cold and smelled funny. And they put the "mask" on me, just like he said ..and he told me to count to twenty, like he knew I could. I made it to six, I think...And he was there when I woke up...smiling at me. I had a big "cement thing" on my arm and he said to rest a little and we would go home. After a while, the nurse, who kept fussing around me and calling me honey and sweetie helped me off the funny bed and he was there to help me walk...because I was dizzy. Are you feeling OK? "yeah"...I mumbled,...then I puked all over him....He just held me till I finished. They gave me a drink of water and I felt better. "Ok, let's go home"...He wiped himself with towel and carried me out to the car.....And we went home. My mom was there and crying and hugging all over me..."I'm OK, Mom, I'm OK!"
by JayDee says Rawr on October 18th, 2009
Sitting in the wheelbarrow he was pushing around the garden and making it seem i was in a racing car/space ship e.t.c
by Stronghart on October 18th, 2009
Dad told great stories about prohibition days and illegal gambling places in Brooklyn, Cuba, Hot Springs (Arkansas), and Miami. He knew boxers, managers, Mafia guys, and Judges. He told me that every boy in his high school class ended up as either a Judge or a crook. When we went to racetracks or the ball game he seemed to know everyone, and when we went to restaurants he was treated like a king.
I miss his stories more than anything else. He was a great Dad.
by Kat on October 18th, 2009
My father was very strict -- he had a strict upbringing and he lived a hard life -- through the Great Depression and fought for five years in WWII. But, when I was ill, I saw the true softness in him. He would sit next to my bed, hold my hand and this big man would cry. I miss him dearly. I have realised that I did not appreciate him as much as I should have when he was alive. There are so many questions I didn't ask about his younger life--I was too selfishly involved in my own young life. I sincerely regret it.
by Ray Del Sol on October 18th, 2009
helping me memorize the multiplication table...
by Derf on October 18th, 2009
Picking the blanket up that I kicked off in my sleep and putting it back on me.
by Butterfly on October 18th, 2009
You are assuming that my father was involved in my childhood?
by TERRYTUKER on October 18th, 2009
golfing
by Piratebooty on October 18th, 2009
When I was little, my father got upset at me for something I had done. I ran out the door and went to a friends house. I told her grandmother to tell my father I was not there, but he ended up finding me. I began walking back home and stopped at the neighborhood park. He was walking up and had been looking for me and was upset that I pulled such a stunt. While we were there at the park, I was bitter and being hard headed. My father was trying to cheer me up, when all of a sudden this older man began coming down one of the curvy slides. Thing is the man went down the slide on his butt and ended up on his head coming down. My father and I began laughing and laughing. It ended a bad day on a good note.
I miss him terribly!
by Don Gorgeous George on October 18th, 2009
Probably of him tucking me into my crib when I was about 2 years old at my Grandma's house one night.
by 34th st. on October 18th, 2009
My Dad is not a "feelings" kind of guy. But a funny thing happened.I gave my Dad a new wallet. And I saw him transfer all the old stuff into the new wallet. And I saw him carry a picture of us, and I saw him pull out his wallet and show a picture of his daughter.
by BigDaddyBS on October 18th, 2009
My father had his own grocery when we were growing up, so most of the "fun" I remember had to do with things he did (like want to watch a certain TV show, then falling asleep about 5-10 minutes into it, waking up with about 5-10 minutes to go - you know, when all the "action" is happening - and want to know what happened), and going on vacations before school started. For a number of years, we'd go to Michigan to a place called Potawatami Resort (a glorified motel with outbuildings, and a "lift" down to Lake Michigan). The year of the "fish kill", when we went there, the beaches were so bad, we went driving, into Canada, coming back to the US at Niagra Falls, then to the East Coast to stick our toes in the Atlantic Ocean. We took a couple of "driving" vacations afterward, then he bought a trailer. We went out West, saw the Grand Canyon, Mount Rushmore, and a lot of neat stuff. We went through almost every state in the US pulling that trailer, staying at trailer parks, visiting places around where we'd stop for the night, etc. When I got too big for the back seat, my mother and I would switch, and navigate, watching the signs, and keeping Dad from nodding off. Then I got my license, and remember at least once pulling that trailer to give Dad a break from driving for the first time. (Mom never did drive pulling the trailer.) I remember loading it for the trips, with Mom stocking the kitchen, and us getting out stuff packed away. I took my music and guitar, and we, as a family would sit around that little trailer table, and sing songs we all knew.
I also worked for him from the time I was 11 until I was about 18, when he sold the store and started selling real estate and insurance. I LOVED watching him with little-kid shoplifters. All he would do is stare at them, most of the time, with a disapproving look on his face. Most of the time, they started crying, and then he'd give them a very short lecture about shoplifting being stealing, and let them go, after getting their parents' names.
And then, there was going to my grandmother's house every other weekend or so, on Sunday. Some of that is in my memories of her at http://www.orangefrogproductions.com/ofp2o_auth_nfts_tributetomamaw.shtml ;-)
by Symbeline on October 18th, 2009
Him playing video games with me on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. Then I got all sad when he said he had to stop so he could go make dinner, so he gave me some gum or candies to cheer me up.
Either that, or I would tape Bugs Bunny on Saturday mornings, then we'd watch it together later in the day since it was his favourite cartoon, but he wasn't gonna get up at six am to watch it lol.
by john pennington on October 18th, 2009
I have three:
My dad made a homemade sled for me and not my brother.
My dad built this huge garage in the back of my house. i played marbles with the neighorhood kids for many years on the dirt floor.
My dad placed me on his shoulders each year at our downton Chistmas Parade.
My dad was a great guy.
by CaptainHarley adores his life penguin on October 18th, 2009
I was raised by my grandparents on my father's side, so I have very few memories of my father from that period. He remarried when I was 12, and I went to live with him and my new step-mother and step-brother. Dad favored my step-brother, mostly because he was younger, and most of his attentions to me consisted of attempts to "undo" all the "damage" his parents had done to me.
by MaineMoody on October 18th, 2009
When he taught me to shoot, took me for hikes in the woods, swam with me in the freezing Maine ocean and laughed, laughed! I called him Pop.
We argued only about one thing: He didn't think that "Don't go to the store neither," was a double negative. Now, I wonder whether he was putting me on.
He was the best.
by Over and Out on October 18th, 2009
Pretty simple ... I was in girl's softball and he came to my games. I thought that was pretty great.
by Hunter on October 18th, 2009
Playing ball with him.
by Rising Taco on October 18th, 2009
I was 9 or 10 at the time it was holloween night and my friends ditched me I felt lonely so I hid behind a bush on the front yard of my house and cryed; my father came out of no where and asked me what was wrong I told him about my situation and then he took me trick or treating.
by Kittenlady is waving to a friend on October 18th, 2009
I have two great memories of my Dad:
One was when he was working part-time for an auto parts store. Sometimes he would have to make deliveries to New York. If it was on a Saturday or Sunday we would both get up early (like 4 or 5am)we go to the store and get the truck head up to New York make the delivery and then go have breakfast at this dinner and that would be our day together.
The other was when he was a firefighter in West Haven CT. Whenever the fire truck was out in the back being washed down after a fire he would tell me to hop in the cab and then he would drive around front to back it into the fire station.
I just remembered something else.
Whenever he had a call he would always make sure he would come by the house either going or coming from the call, being on the second floor I would always hang out the window and wave my arms off as he came by and the men would always get a kick out of it. He was the driver of the truck.
Then when he got transfered to the Rescue he would stop by the house just to say hi. This is when I got my taste for the medical field.
I am now trying to decide if I should go online or go to a campus to train for a medical assisting or medical biller.
by plocrates on October 18th, 2009
when he fell in cow shit!
by Thinker on October 18th, 2009
I remember the first time my father took me fishing. I was probably around 6 yrs old. WWII was going full force. We went to a ranch friend of my father's somewhere along the highway going to Cripple Creek, Colorado. I have no recollection if I caught any fish or not.
The night before my 11th birthday (1949) my father was on the way home to be there for my b-day. It was night along Colo. highway between Fairplay and Hartzel. He had his dim lights on as he had just met an oncoming car. Just as he put the high beam lights back on there was a dark horse in his lane. He tried to stop but hit the horse broadside. The force lifted the horse over the hood and it rolled. A hoof came through the windshield hitting my father's left hand; breaking and cutting it severly. Soon another car came along. They had a rifle and killed the horse to put it out of its misery. They brought my father the last 75miles home and to the hospital. My dad always said he was fortunate in that the surgeon had been a war doctor and had much knowledge how to repair his hand. It never gave him much problem for the rest of his life.
He died of a heart attack in 1970. I still miss him and his wise council. He would have been 102 this year.
by Anonomous on October 18th, 2009
Nothing really.
by Djinn on October 18th, 2009
Some elementary school teacher decided to lie about me and he not only had my back he forced them to go out where they said I did whatever it was and proved that it wasn't physically possible. :)+2
by Sir Mikey phyliss 3rd cousin on October 20th, 2009
Beating the crap out of our dogs when they did wrong... I think he hated dogs..:)
by shrinkess on October 20th, 2009
He died, so the best memories are the ones his parents shared with me.
by Anonymous on October 18th, 2009
Standing on the deck of a battleship at a naval base.
by littlegreycells on October 18th, 2009
Him throwing me down a river bank cos he was in a bad mood.
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How horrendous! I do hope he was found out and stopped from doing such a heinous thing again.+6
by Bohemian is back on October 18th, 2009
Thanks, My grandfather spotted welts on my legs when I was 7 years old and took me straight to the authorities. I ended up being adopted by my Grandfather who was the greatest, kindest man on the planet.
My childhood memories from age 7 on were wonderful. I owe my Grandfather everything for taking me out of that situation and giving me a better life.
He's been gone 25 years now but I still love and miss him dearly.
by albert nonymous "A" nonymous for short. on October 18th, 2009
Thank you Str8man. I am so glad it turned out all right for you in the end.:)+6
by Bohemian is back on October 18th, 2009