armymom1228
06-20-2009, 23:34
Gentlemen, to all the father's to be, and those that are. May your day be filled with phone calls, hugs and much joy!
I am a cabbage patch kid, that is to say adopted. I was a tiny 6 month old girl child with no home, no name and no one who cared about me. My dad picked me out, gave me his name and made me 'daddy's lil girl'. I was and am so incredibly blessed to have that man is my dad.
He was one of those take your dtr to work guys.... he taught me to read and intpret maps. You guys teach your dtrs to shoot guns, mine taught me to pick out bombing targets. ;) He taught me to shoot too, but skeet and birds. To hunt, fish and bait a hook without that girl squeal he found so amusing.
He, MY dad was the biggest influence and probably more than he will ever admit, the reason my son chose the Army over the Air Force. He would be so proud of T right now, and, delighted with his great grandkids. Kay would have him wrapped around her pinkie for sure.
Dad believe that a person should be promoted based on merit, not who you know. He led by example and always looked out for the men under him. He taught me to never ask someone to do something, no matter how dirty or nasty, that you yourself was not willing to do.
His favorite line to all of us was, and it was the bottom line.. no arguements after that.. "he who pays the bills makes the rules."
There are two stories about my dad that when remembered leave me all smiles..
Back in 1941 right after mom and dad were married a yr. They lived at Fort Benning. Mom went home to Mobile for a week to visit her parents and siblings. When she got back the house was a wreck, as she tells the story. There were NO clean dishes and so on. My dad grew up with servants, he had never ironed a shirt until he went into the Navy pilot program.... So mom had a hissy fit and fell in it. She informed Daddy that IF she ever came back to HER house being a pigsty again, HE would be finding himself a new wife. To the day he died, when mom was gone. He had one plate, bowl and set of silverware.. the day she was due back he would rush around madly vacumning and cleaning. Watching him clean and wash dishes was too funny for words..
The other story invovled my son. Dad and Mom had a truly traditional southern marriage..Dad worked, Mom stayed home ... toddlers and diapers were NOT the venue of the male.. that was simply unheard off. In 1984 I had moved home from Colorado. I don't remember now why, Mom and I needed to go somewhere but we did. . Dad offered to watch T while were were gone .. it was to be something like an hr or so as I recall. Mom looked at Dad like he had grown a third eye and sprouted horns. Dad calmly reminded her that if his son could watch his kids, he (meaning my dad) could learn a new trick or two. So we go and come back. T was in his grandad's lap getting a book read to him. I picked him and the diaper fell clean off him.. Dad muttered something about it being his first diaper to give me a break. AS he told me and mom.
The toddler pooped in his diaper and it sorta overflowed onto dad. So he figured he had better clean up the mess or get into trouble with the General aka Mom. He took the kid and turned him like a football butt first under the kitchen sink and washed him off then put a diaper on him.. not realizing you had to make it tight.. it was his first after all.. Mom was aghast,I was in hysterical laughter. I thought it was way cool. Dad was, at the time 68.
The last thing he said to me the night before he died..."I am so glad I decided to take you for my daughter." It says it all... I miss him and his wisdom a lot. I was so blessed to have him for 45 yrs in my life..
To all you dads...enjoy your children.. one day they are tiny babies, the next they meet you at the door with a cigarette and a martini saying ..hey dad how's it hangin'? :D
HAPPY FATHERS DAY...
I am a cabbage patch kid, that is to say adopted. I was a tiny 6 month old girl child with no home, no name and no one who cared about me. My dad picked me out, gave me his name and made me 'daddy's lil girl'. I was and am so incredibly blessed to have that man is my dad.
He was one of those take your dtr to work guys.... he taught me to read and intpret maps. You guys teach your dtrs to shoot guns, mine taught me to pick out bombing targets. ;) He taught me to shoot too, but skeet and birds. To hunt, fish and bait a hook without that girl squeal he found so amusing.
He, MY dad was the biggest influence and probably more than he will ever admit, the reason my son chose the Army over the Air Force. He would be so proud of T right now, and, delighted with his great grandkids. Kay would have him wrapped around her pinkie for sure.
Dad believe that a person should be promoted based on merit, not who you know. He led by example and always looked out for the men under him. He taught me to never ask someone to do something, no matter how dirty or nasty, that you yourself was not willing to do.
His favorite line to all of us was, and it was the bottom line.. no arguements after that.. "he who pays the bills makes the rules."
There are two stories about my dad that when remembered leave me all smiles..
Back in 1941 right after mom and dad were married a yr. They lived at Fort Benning. Mom went home to Mobile for a week to visit her parents and siblings. When she got back the house was a wreck, as she tells the story. There were NO clean dishes and so on. My dad grew up with servants, he had never ironed a shirt until he went into the Navy pilot program.... So mom had a hissy fit and fell in it. She informed Daddy that IF she ever came back to HER house being a pigsty again, HE would be finding himself a new wife. To the day he died, when mom was gone. He had one plate, bowl and set of silverware.. the day she was due back he would rush around madly vacumning and cleaning. Watching him clean and wash dishes was too funny for words..
The other story invovled my son. Dad and Mom had a truly traditional southern marriage..Dad worked, Mom stayed home ... toddlers and diapers were NOT the venue of the male.. that was simply unheard off. In 1984 I had moved home from Colorado. I don't remember now why, Mom and I needed to go somewhere but we did. . Dad offered to watch T while were were gone .. it was to be something like an hr or so as I recall. Mom looked at Dad like he had grown a third eye and sprouted horns. Dad calmly reminded her that if his son could watch his kids, he (meaning my dad) could learn a new trick or two. So we go and come back. T was in his grandad's lap getting a book read to him. I picked him and the diaper fell clean off him.. Dad muttered something about it being his first diaper to give me a break. AS he told me and mom.
The toddler pooped in his diaper and it sorta overflowed onto dad. So he figured he had better clean up the mess or get into trouble with the General aka Mom. He took the kid and turned him like a football butt first under the kitchen sink and washed him off then put a diaper on him.. not realizing you had to make it tight.. it was his first after all.. Mom was aghast,I was in hysterical laughter. I thought it was way cool. Dad was, at the time 68.
The last thing he said to me the night before he died..."I am so glad I decided to take you for my daughter." It says it all... I miss him and his wisdom a lot. I was so blessed to have him for 45 yrs in my life..
To all you dads...enjoy your children.. one day they are tiny babies, the next they meet you at the door with a cigarette and a martini saying ..hey dad how's it hangin'? :D
HAPPY FATHERS DAY...