The Deer Hunter explaining something to the girls while he rested from cutting wood
Rose: Yes I also learned a lot from my dad handing him tools, and listening to the stories of him growing up. How they lived during the depression and WWII, great lesson. He is gone from earth but not my heart!
PinnacleCreek: Father’s Day has become a day of reflection. It is so easy to let my mind wander back to those days when I still had my Dad, and he taught me lessons each and every day we shared. I never carried water for him, but I sure enjoyed doing his grocery shopping and helping him harvest the garden he never quit planting. He called me “young’un” most of the time. Could he have really been as perfect as I remember him? I picked beans one year until I was exhausted, and covered with chigger bites and a few yellow jacket stings. He decided to give the last bucket full to a needy cousin. I complained that I didn’t really pick those for somebody else. In the calmest most gentle voice one could ever hear my Dad said, “You are gettin’ greedy young’un.” It made me stop to think how fortunate we were, and taught me great humility. Ever since that time I feel blessed, and I became very giving of my time and labor. Yes, he taught me well!
Ed Ammons: I remember carrying water in a quart mason jar to my father out in fields. I started out with the jar full but no matter hard I tried I never made it to him without sloshing out at least a little. He would turn it up, drink the whole jar without taking it down and hand it back to me. I would go for a refill. He would take that quart and pour it over his head and neck.
Melanie: Here are three random facts about my Dad:
He’s a musician.
He quit a thirty year, pack a day smoking habit just because my boy asked him to.
Miss Cindy: My Dad was smart. He was handsome. He was a great cook. My Dad was out of town when my son was born but he returned by the next day. I knew he was back when I heard him arguing with a nurse in the hall, demanding to see his grandson even though it was past visiting hours. He won the argument, he could be very persuasive!
Janera: Three things: he had opinions and didn’t mind sharing them; he would do anything to help another human being; he loved his wife, his kids and his grandkids deeply. Oh, just one more, please? We miss him. That’s also a fact.
Jim Casada: As you know, my siblings and I were more blessed than most in that Daddy enjoyed an exceptionally long life–101 well-lived years, with his mind being sound and incisive right to the end. All of us children were blessed, although we probably didn’t appreciate it sufficiently at the time, by taking turns living with him and looking after him in his final years. There’s never a day that passes that I don’t think of something he said or did or of some question I wished I had asked him. His entire life was lived in Clay County (first five years), Haywood County (a year or so working at Unagusta), and Swain County (well over 90 years). He was truly a son of the Smokies in every way. Practical, gifted in terms of being able to figure out or engineer what was needed to suit most any task, incredibly hard working, and caring in his own quiet, reserved way. I miss him terribly
Carolyn A.: Our Dad has passed on, but he left us with values that we use everyday of our lives. Work hard, be good and kind, and help others when you can. He didn’t make much, raised 7 children on his salary, and was loved and respected by many. He made us laugh too which was better than gold. Our Grandad also passed this on to me. Work hard, dance when you can, and give thanks to the Lord above for all you have. Two great men who taught me how to be as independent as I am. xxoo
Martina: My Dad was very good at seeing a problem and fixing it with what was at hand. One was a door closer that involved eyebolts, twine, a plastic cigar tube and lead shot. Dad liked to draw and paint seascapes and building “stuff” in his workshop. However what I remember most about him were his laugh and the way he could hug-powerful hugs! That and singing On Top of Old Smokey when we went on car vacations. He is still loved and missed daily by his family, 24 years after he went “home”. His word of wisdom to me when I got my own apartment? “If it doesn’t smell good, don’t eat it”. 🙂
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