Happy Father’s Day!
This is an open Father’s Day thread for you to share all your favorite memories of your dads. Here are a few of mine:
- Dad did all the grocery shopping in our house and, because I was the youngest, he would almost always let me tag along. I just loved sitting in the cart and talking to him. Just the two of us.
- My folks would buy “a side of beef” from the BYU diary on a regular basis. The butcher chopped it up into usable portions and packaged it. Back in the day before most people had a dedicated freezer, we rented a “meat locker” the basement of a Provo business. (The building is still there, I bet the freezers are, too.) About once a week, my mom would make a list of the meats she needed for the coming meals and sometimes Dad would let me go with him. We grabbed coats and made our way downstairs and through the maze of closely lined lockers. I thought it quite the adventure.
- When we were kids my dad would play “bear trap” with us. He’s sit on the floor and try to grab us as we ran around taunting him. If we were “accidentally” caught, we were tickled until we begged for mercy.
- Dad made a wide, orange skateboard with casters on the bottom when we lived in California. He drilled a hole in the end and ran a rope through it. If we pleaded enough, he would take us out on the big driveway, hold the rope, and swing in a circle while we hung on for dear life.
- I began taking voice lessons at 14. I would usually practice in the living room by the Steinway, with my back facing the entry. As often as not, when I would happen to turn around, Dad would be sitting on the couch, listening. He had this habit of sneaking in as soon as I’d start to sing.
The fact that he would stop whatever he was doing, just to hear me sing, has always been a precious memory.
- When I was a kid, I dreamed of having a horse. When I was six, after much needling on my part, Dad said that when he earned his “first lump sum million dollars,” he would buy me a horse. I was ecstatic! You see, we had a deal that if we earned and saved half of the money for a big-ticket item, my parents would kick in the rest.
Forget for a minute that I had no idea what “lump sum” meant, I was good at math, and I calculated that $50 was half of a million. I already had $21 in my bank account from weeding, so I was well on my way to the horse.
My heart was broken when I found out I was missing a few zeroes.
On my 40th birthday, my dad gave me a certificate for a horse. Although soon after we decided to move away from our “horse property” — and after some horse-hunting and research realized that caring for horses was well outside our comfort zone — the fact that he made good on his humorous promise is a sweet memory.
Share your favorite Daddy moments!