Happy Fazah’s Day!
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And for all those, like mine, who are no longer with us, thanks for your example, your courage, your toughness, your love.
My old man, Jim Senior, twelve years gone. To steal one of his standard lines, he was beautiful.
My old man, Jim Senior, twelve years gone. To steal one of his standard lines, he was beautiful.
Good post. Father’s Day is tough after you lose your dad. My dad taught me many things, but two of the biggest things he gave me were my value of education and my love of Penn State.
19 years for me. Damn.
Sorry to hear that Dem. the first few are really tough. Been 13 for me.
It'll be 8 this December for me.
Best lines I have taken with me that came from my dad -
"No matter how good you think you are, someone's better. Keep working.
And, no matter how bad you think things are, someone has it worse. Stop complaining and keep working."
Those and he never would cuss around us kids, but to make a point it was "brown stuff on a white turkey".
Happy Father's Day to you all! I'm going to hug my only child, my 18-year old son, a little stronger today.
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Best lines I have taken with me that came from my dad -
"No matter how good you think you are, someone's better. Keep working.
And, no matter how bad you think things are, someone has it worse. Stop complaining and keep working."
Those and he never would cuss around us kids, but to make a point it was "brown stuff on a white turkey".
Happy Father's Day to you all! I'm going to hug my only child, my 18-year old son, a little stronger today.
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This past January so first one without him.
rohrmd9, sorry to hear this. Keep smiling as you recall the hundreds, thousands of good times you had with pops! Memories are wonderful to replay each and every day.
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"You're going to be a Father. There's nothing like being a Father."
Thank you! And speaking of memories, allow me to share one that is appropriate for this board...
I grew up near State College (PGM) and my Dad drove bus for Fullington part time. He got to drive the football team fairly often to the stadium or to the airport (back in the day they flew out of HBG). When I was about 10, I gave him a clipboard with a few sheets of blank paper and asked if he could pass it around and get the players autographs while driving them to the airport. I know it must have been awkward for him but when he came home that night the clipboard was full of autographs including JoPa’s (this was the 69 team!). And he circulated it through each bus so I had the entire team. Fast forward 30 years and my son asks my Dad to get autographs while driving the team. Once again he comes back with a clipboard full of autographs having circulated it through all the team buses. Now, fast forward another 10 years and my son has now made the team as a walk on. As he and his teammates are boarding the buses to head to the airport, there’s my Dad sitting in the drivers seat of his bus. “Hi Grandpa.” His teammaates are saying, “Wait, you know the bus driver?! “Yea, that’s my Grandpa.”
Now an unfortunate part of the story...when we moved up the street my autographs were lost...I suspect someone helping us move inadvertently put a box of my prersonal belongings in the trash pile accidently. Bummer. At least my son still has the autographs my Dad got for him.
Thanks for allowing me to share.
We should remember those fathers who have an adult child that has become estranged from the father and the rest of the family. Those fathers long for a visit, or call, or text that they know will never come. For those fathers this is a day of sadness. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers.
20 years for me since my father passed. Two of his best lines ever:
Standing with me at the grocery store looking at two bald guys standing next to each other: “Those two should put their heads together and make an ass of themselves.”
Sitting in Jersey shore traffic along Ocean Ave. as a leggy young woman in a bikini walked past our car: “Those legs keep going up until they make an ass of themselves.”
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My father had some pretty good smart alec comments, and some good words of wisdom.
However, the earliest thing my father said to me that I still remember is when man landed on the moon in June 1969. I was four years old. He woke me up from a nap or sleep (forget which) and he said "watch this - you will remember it for the rest of your life". And he was correct. I remember it to this day.
However, the earliest thing my father said to me that I still remember is when man landed on the moon in June 1969. I was four years old. He woke me up from a nap or sleep (forget which) and he said "watch this - you will remember it for the rest of your life". And he was correct. I remember it to this day.
My Pop is still living and was here for dinner tonight. Told me two great things I always remembered and turned out to be true. 1) Nothing good happens after midnight. and 2) Don't lose your taste for ketchup-bread. He grew up with nothing and ate that more than a few nights. Whatever they could scrounge in the '40s I guess.
Hilarious story, one time I took him and my mother to a casino. (years later after the ketchup bread days) We were ready to leave and he had a casino slot voucher for ten cents. There was a long line at the machine where you put your ticket in. I had some chips to cash in so I went to the cage and stood there probably five minutes, far away from where he was. I cashed out and came back and he was still there waiting to cash his dime voucher. Three or four people in front of him. I said "Let's go, Pop, here...take my dime and hand that to somebody." He said "Bull-SHIZ! I fought a kid for a dime one time." He was probably half-kidding but I don't really know. Maybe not. We still laugh about it though. He's a gem.
Hilarious story, one time I took him and my mother to a casino. (years later after the ketchup bread days) We were ready to leave and he had a casino slot voucher for ten cents. There was a long line at the machine where you put your ticket in. I had some chips to cash in so I went to the cage and stood there probably five minutes, far away from where he was. I cashed out and came back and he was still there waiting to cash his dime voucher. Three or four people in front of him. I said "Let's go, Pop, here...take my dime and hand that to somebody." He said "Bull-SHIZ! I fought a kid for a dime one time." He was probably half-kidding but I don't really know. Maybe not. We still laugh about it though. He's a gem.
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