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Remembering my Dad

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Remembering my dad .

I was a real ‘daddy’s girl’ . Maybe I still place him on a bit of a pedestal. With Fathers’ Day tomorrow I have been thinking about my dad. My dad passed away 23 years ago last week, It was also the week of his birthday. My dad wasn’t big on being demonstrative with hugs but I always felt close to him. He are a few of my fondest memories of him.

When I was about 5 I remember thinking he was shrinking because I measured him in my mind, to a pine tree we had in our front lawn . I didn’t realise trees grew.

Dad bringing me chocolates one night to make up for a silly story. He had told me everyone had only so much talk and I was in great danger of using mine up fast. I caught laryngitis and I totally believed I had finished my talk.

Dad sitting in front of the stereo wearing huge headphones, the music still leaking out because it was so loud. He loved music ( ironically my mum was not a fan…except for a singer called Sandy Scott)

Watching wrestling on tv on a Sunday ( I think before lunch as I have vague recollections of mum repeatedly calling everyone o lunch) . We would all say ‘ One- ah, two-ah’ imitating the referee.

Walking our cat around our backyard in a wheelbarrow until he was caught doing it. This may not seem so odd – except he always told us he didn’t like the cat.

Dad discouraging visitors because he preferred not to have to interact .

Building fires wherever he could , including in the backyard. Sometimes we tossed potatoes wrapped in alfoil into the fire, other times he made a damper that way and sometimes we would cook toast over the flame, holding onto very long forks.

Having birthday parties and writing on the invitations “Daddy will drive you home” , which he did with not a big smile though as he hated driving.

Buying tickets for us to go to John Denver at the Opera House.i was bout 15 and I had asked to go and he had said we couldn’t . I didn’t know until just before the concert was on that he had actually purchased front row seats. I caught he tran to the city and met him after his work day. We had sandwiches at Cahills before the show. I still remember the white broderie anglaise ( lacy embroidered cotton material ) dress I wore, platform sandals an the apricot shawl.

Digging little holes around our back yard , sinking small plastic plant pots in them to make a mini golf course in our back yard.

Keeping his favourite car in the backyard when it could no longer be repaired. Downside was it became a feline maternity hospital at times 🙂

Reading the Sydney Morning Herald in the lounge room with it fully open covering him up.

Making up funny sayings.

Being allowed to sit quietly and use his view master. It was a Bakelite version of the modern day red plastic one. My favourite reel contained an image of the Blue Grotto . I could look at the image of the blue water all day. We were always told to click the handle in one swoop to move the picture on but sometimes I’d stop it mid swoop to see the two odd images…shhhhh 🙂

Postcards from America and Europe. Dad had to travel overseas for a work stint of six weeks. I was always watching for the postman with excitement for the postcards he would send. I still have most of them.

Encouraging me to travel on inherited money telling me unless I did it I would always feel the unfulfilled dream.

Telling me just before he walked me down the aisle on my wedding day that if I had any doubts it was better to leave now than later. Then when the priest asked who gave me ( olden days lol) Dad was in such a hurry to say it was him …and to leave me with Brian , he almost tripped over the extremely long veil I was wearing.

I miss Dad all the time, but missed him especially when my daughter was born because he had passed away before I was pregnant with her. My son too was too young to remember his Pa . However, they have heard lots of stories and I’m sure he would be very proud of the people they are.

Happy Fathers’ Day !

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Author: Travelling Macs

A mum to 2 grown up children who always make me proud, a wife and a full time school teacher. I love eating great food but am not motivated to cook. Love traveling around this great country in which I live. Often found traveling with my husband Brian. I write for pleasure and if it's read (and enjoyed) by others then that's a bonus! 2014 saw me begin the 'new' me. Working hard at leaving the fear of 'what if' behind and replacing it with YOLO adventures. :)

8 thoughts on “Remembering my Dad

  1. I love this blog.
    I am amazed constantly by the details you remember, this blog brought them all flooding back. ( I do remember most of them, now you have written them), particularly the cat. I took a photo 😉

    I’m more a big picture person, so I miss these details. Dad gave me my love of music, and love of cinema, and stories. I will always remember seeing The Wizard of Oz at about 7, with Dad telling me all about technicolor.
    He was always one for encouraging reaching for dreams, and in chasing the learning that led to them. Without his encouragement, I would not have gone to university; without his tenacity, I would have given up on many things because they seemed too hard. I now know that we three daughters held all the possibilities he would have taken up if he had the opportunities which he provided for us.

    XL

  2. You write so beautifully of your “Dad” memories.

    • Thank you Anne, my sisters and were very fortunate to have had a dad ( and mum) who supported us to achieve and to understand it doesn’t come easy and sometimes no matter how much you want it you can’t make it happen.

  3. I too, miss my dad every day, but on Father’s Day the special memories come flooding back! We have had a lovely day with our family of daughters, sons in law and grandchildren and I hope with all my heart that our daughters cherish days like today. Dads are very special,

    • I think nothing beats a whole family day Olwyn and you are extra lucky to have the extended family. Writing my memories made me more aware of how important it is to create memories. I always say people can live forever if we keep the memories alive. These are definitely the days your girls and their families will cherish :))

  4. My dad died when I was 18, so my memories of him are mainly from a child’s point of view.
    One of my favourite memories is when he gave me a kitten. I had ‘found’ a little kitten one day and smothered it with love until a neighbour came and reclaimed it.
    I was broken-hearted.
    Dad, who worked nightshift and NEVER did anything without clearing it with Mum first did an amazing thing.
    Dad searched the factories where he worked that night for a litter of stray kittens.
    He sneaked into the house after work and placed a tiny kitten with a red collar and bell, onto my bed. Mum was not pleased, but I was overjoyed. Tiger was my precious pet for 14years. Thanks Dad

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