This Sunday is Father’s Day-which always makes me a little teary eyed-I am a true Daddy’s Girl-I always have been. Anyone who reads my writing knows I think Pap hung the Sun and the Moon.
Ever since I can remember-I’ve thought he was the wisest person I knew-not only the wisest but the kindest as well.
Like many Fathers, Pap imparted wise counsel on living a good life to my brothers and me. But sometimes it’s the little tidbits of advice that stick in my mind. For example:
*Never go home without at least a half a tank of gas in your car-cause you never know what might happen during the night. (you don’t know how often I hear Pap’s voice in my head when I drive my car into the garage with the needle sitting on E)
*Use your best first-that way as you progress forward you’ll always be using your best.(seems Pap has a different outlook than folks who say ‘save your best for last’)
*If you hurt yourself-rub it has hard as you can and it’ll get the soreness out. (One time when Paul was about 10, the mayo fell out of the frig and landed on his foot, as he went limping into the living room-Pap put his foot on Paul’s and started pressing down hard-at first Paul resisted but then he agreed it made if feel better and let Pap continue to put pressure on his sore foot)
Did your Father impart his great wisdom to you?