My Dad is an avid reader of Blah Blah Blog. He doesn’t leave comments, though. Seems WordPress always does something that deletes his comments when he tries to leave one. But he sends me e-mails about my blog. I think he might love BBB almomst as much as I do!
In a recent e-mail he asked me if I was going to do something special when my visit counter hits 100,000. I honestly hadn’t thought much about that. But it is a significant milestone!
So, to answer my Dad’s question, yes. I’m going to do something special. Write about my Dad. Today is my Dad’s birthday.
My Dad needed to have his knees replaced some years ago. One of his nurses asked him about his other hospitalizations. My dad informed her that he’d never been in a hospital before. The nurse smiled and winked at him and said, “What about when you were born?”. But the wink was on her!! 🙂
My dad was born on December 12th in Wisconsin. The weather was too bad for his mom to get to the hospital. So, my dad was born at home. He’s the baby of his family. He was the fifth child born to his parents. He has two brothers, and two sisters. One of his sisters died before my dad was born, but he remembers her! 🙂
My dad’s parents moved to California for a year when my dad was in the 6th grade. Many years later he discovered that he was in the 6th grade when my mom was in kindergarten, at the very same school, though they wouldn’t meet until he was grown and had moved back to Cali!
My dad would never move back to Wisconsin because he hates the cold weather. I guess I’ll never get him to move to Colorado because of that. Even though our winters are actually pretty mild in comparison!
My dad has the most beautiful sparkly blue eyes that actually twinkle when he is being mischievous, which is often.
My dad had poor dental care when he was young, and so he instilled in all of his children the need to take good care of our teeth. (I of course have turned that into a pathology in and of itself – the only doctor I currently have -and have had for years – is a dentist).
My dad faked that he could type so that he could be the company clerk of his Army outfit during the Korean Conflict. He looked dang sharp in his uniform.
We gave my dad a surprise 70th birthday party five years ago. I found out last year that he KNEW about the party because a caterer, against specific orders, called his house looking for my sister Whitney (who was living with him at the time). They inadvertently spilled the beans. He never let on that he knew. My dad should have won an Oscar for his acting surprised, when he wasn’t!
Wait! Does that mean my dad is 75? He doesn’t look it!
My dad went to every single event that he possibly could that I and my five siblings were ever involved in when we were in school and playing organized sports. Which was no mean feat as my brothers and sisters and I were involved in multiple sports and other activities through school and church. Even after high school, my dad continued to try to attend as many events as possible. Now that my nieces and nephews are involved in sports and other activities, my dad is ever-present at their games/events as well. Sometimes he’ll drive back and forth from one county to the next to catch kids’ games all day long. My little brother Low’s fellow ball players dubbed the ubiquitous dad “Papa Low”, which he is to this day.
My dad spent the entire summer at my house in 2006 so that he could watch my cat for me when I was out with Teen Missions. Although he couldn’t spend the whole summer here this past summer, he did come and stay here with her for two weeks. Like I think I’ve asked before “Who does that???”!!! A Dad who knows how precious that cat is to his daughter.
I have five brothers and sisters. They all have brown eyes. When I was younger I had blue eyes. They’ve turned green since I was young. He used to call me “Five foot two, eyes of blue”. But then my eyes changed, and I grew taller. So now I’m his favorite “non-brown-eyed” child.
My dad hates having his picture taken. I am my father’s daughter! He freezes up when it comes time to smile for the camera. We have lots of pictures of him looking very, well, very much like this! 🙂
That’s my daddy!
Although he dislikes having his picture taken, he is always taking pictures.
My dad is a tenor. He loves to sing in choirs.
My dad believes that if he finds a pair of tennis shoes he likes, that he should buy multiple pairs.
When I was in college, my dad let two of my friends come and live with us. He let them pay rent, but not very much. When he went off to White Sands for some months with his job, he let me bring in yet another friend in need of a place to live. And he let me keep the rent from all of them so that I wouldn’t have to work so much.
My dad is very popular amongst all of his childrens’ friends.
My dad is very intimidating, until you get to know him.
My dad put together as much of his family’s history as he could find and gave binders to family members. He regularly supplies us with updated pages so that the history continues to be documented.
When we were young, my dad used to takes us out on “date night”. He not only had the six of us in the rotation, but my cousin Julie whose own father died when she was an infant, AND the young daughter of a family friend who did not have a father in her life either.
When my dad came home from work he didn’t read the paper or go off and do his own thing, he played with us. I don’t ever remember him saying no, that he was tired. But he probably was.
When I was in my anatomy class in college, he let me store the gigantic cat I was dissecting IN THE FRIDGE AT HOME!
My Dad has an original drawing of mine hanging up in his kitchen. And he actually LOVES it, not just because I did it, but because he thinks it’s great.
My dad has been taking his children on dream vacations. Diane cruised the Atlantic on the QE II and spent time touring England with him. Phil and his son Richard were taken to Italy. I went on an amazing trip to Ireland. Liz and her daughter Jesse will be going to China next year. One can only imagine what is in store for Whitney and Low.
When my sister-in-law Connie passed away, my father grieved as though she was his flesh and blood. He still deeply grieves the loss of her.
My Dad actually gets along with his in-laws and his childrens’ in-laws. In fact, they are his family nearly as much as we are.
My Dad instilled in his children a strong work ethic. It took a couple of false starts before my dad actually retired. He now regularly volunteers at his church a few days a week.
My Dad let me go off to very scary places when I was a teenager. It has to be very difficult to let your 16 year old daughter follow the Lord’s leading when that leading takes her to places like Haiti. It is probably still difficult to let her go off to the African bush.
And my Dad brought all of his children up to love and serve the Lord. This is his greatest gift and best legacy.
My blog turned over to 100,000 some time in the past day or two. He sent me an e-mail congratulating me on that!
So, my “100,000 blog visitor post” is dedicated to my biggest fan, my pops!
Happy Birthday, Daddy.