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 !