Wednesday, December 22, 2010

~My Dad Was "Special"~

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I speak of my mom a lot, but I seldom share my dad.  My dad was a really "special" guy.  If you're not laughing yet, you soon will be.  My dad was a little different.  He use to sing the chorus of popular songs with  no warning, but that was all the words he knew of a song so he would sing them over and over again.  Yep, he was one of those.  He had a special way of watching television too.  He'd get the radio on his favorite station, the television on the only channel we got clearly, then while I played my records and danced in the livingroom, my dad watched tv.  LOL

Another thing about my dad he only had like a 6th grade education, but he always seemed to know everything.  He knew all the really important stuff.

For example my dad taught me the following:
1.  Never mow your toes.
2.  Get married at 12.?.? Well maybe that was kind of weird. LOL
3. If the sign says, "Take one," then be sure to take at least one.
4. If the sign says, "Free," take all you can carry.
5. Never pay the asking price for a car.

He also taught me to make hash brown potatoes, and this sugary concoction we called, "Melted junk."  It was a mixture of sugar, cinnamon, and butter.  If you cooked it too long it came out in one big chunk.  That's what we made when we were desperate for something sweet. 

My dad was really handy in wood work.  He could look at a piece of wooden furniture and go out to the garage and make one.  He made us tables and chairs and stilts.  Plus my dad was a stay at home dad so all the neighborhood kids seem to love him too. 

He would drive elderly ladies to the grocery store and such because our town had no taxi.  My mom had a home daycare for a time and all the kids called my dad "Papa".  My kids adored my dad.

Well he's gone now, so it's only the fond memories that matter now.  You see my dad was a disabled veteran.  During World War II my dad was a mortar mutt.  He was loading his  gun too slowly so his sargent ordered him to jump on a gun someone else had loaded and the gun blew up.  My dad was only 19 when that happened but it changed his life forever.  Now he's at peace, for the first time since he was 19.  Now they call it PTSD.  Look it up,  you'll remember it better that way.

Happy holidays and much love,
Rosie

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