A DAY FOR FATHERS AND DADS
Not sure about everywhere but in Finland today a father is thanked.
My father is dead and gone but I might still thank him.
He was non-violent.
He used to warm my clothes early in the morning before I went out to deliver newspapers at 6 in the morning in the rain.
He crafted a wooden fort for one birthday and I played with it for many years until I became too "mature" ( that fort was given to others and I hear is still used). Good craftsman he was.
Smashed my head in once. Father cleaned me up calmed me and then made sure I was not alone in the hospital.
At the end, attacked by cancer, he still tried his best to chat to me as a father would. He was brave in his sweat and bumpy body.
Thanks dad
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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Oh dear, so you too had your favourite toy taken away because you were "too old" for it. Seems to be a bad habit of loving but over-anxious parents who want you to be 'average' [or a bit above], but not to stick out like a sore thumb....
That happened to me, too. But like you, I loved my father dearly.
As always Anticant. Perception .....
But I still have one toy left that nobody has yet managed to take away.
Zola it is poopeeee day today
come on now be a good boy scout.
My mother was the oldest ever barmaid in the British Legion Club until recently.
Her two friends visited the Cenotaph today.
Dear Agony Aunt, how can I explain to them that I don't want to wear a poppy like Tony Blair or the Rupert who caused the death of Gordon Gentle?
I love the bit about him warming your clothes before you went out. Also the fact that he made a present for you himself: that would be a very rare thing now, I would have thought.
Sounds like a very good and decent man.
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