oh the loss of those little books is heartbreaking. having lost my dad to a heart attack when he was 43 and I was 15, stories about aging fathers written by adult daughters always tug at my heart. lovely piece, Sue.
Thank you, Ivy. I'm sorry you lost your father at such a young and critical age. Daughters need their fathers as much as boys do. I wonder how many fathers know that these days ... or ever. And the stories keep coming for me. Just tonight, Jeff and I played bocce ball for the first time and it reminded me of how my Dad taught me how to bowl. Very similar games. He was so patient with me and coached me like a pro. There were no bumpers in the gutters in those days and I was one frustrated little girl.
you know, I still am effected by my father's death at such a young age. but, it has been a joy to see my son as a wonderful father raising his now grown daughter - a strong and confident young woman. and just tonight to be with my grandson and watch what a wonderful dad he is to his young 1 1/2 yo little girl. there are good men out there raising great women.
I’m heartsick on your behalf over the loss of those little books. I’m leaving many notebooks that my children are free to throw away. Most of my work is on my hard drive, though, and nobody will bother to look at it there.
My dad learned to drive in his older brothers model A. He and his two brothers often went fishing and hunting on weekends and i have many old photos of him with stringers of fish, or a pheasant in each hand. My mother also loved the outdoors and their honeymoon before WWII was camping and fishing on the Gunflint Trail in Northern MN. But it was my mother who kept a log of family life. My oldest niece is the keeper of family history and she has the thousands of photos and slides and my mom's logs. I do have a scrapebook my mom put together starting with my birth in 1949. My footprint and the little bead bracelet with your name and newborn photos on the first page. When I started my boating life I started a log of travels and after the boats were gone kept it up on my land travels. But not having any kids I'm sure they will all be thrown away along with my thousands of photos. Especially since my handwriting is hard to read 😆
I do hope your niece will still be around to rescue your journals and personal narratives. I will admit that I gleefully threw away a small stack of my sister's letters written in the last couple of years. Such an act is a ritual to exorcise a toxic being from one's life.
Well, when Mom died, she became the Boss. She even wrote Mom's obit even though I was working the obit desk at the Deseret News at the time. Why should she ask when she can do it herself, right?
oh the loss of those little books is heartbreaking. having lost my dad to a heart attack when he was 43 and I was 15, stories about aging fathers written by adult daughters always tug at my heart. lovely piece, Sue.
Thank you, Ivy. I'm sorry you lost your father at such a young and critical age. Daughters need their fathers as much as boys do. I wonder how many fathers know that these days ... or ever. And the stories keep coming for me. Just tonight, Jeff and I played bocce ball for the first time and it reminded me of how my Dad taught me how to bowl. Very similar games. He was so patient with me and coached me like a pro. There were no bumpers in the gutters in those days and I was one frustrated little girl.
you know, I still am effected by my father's death at such a young age. but, it has been a joy to see my son as a wonderful father raising his now grown daughter - a strong and confident young woman. and just tonight to be with my grandson and watch what a wonderful dad he is to his young 1 1/2 yo little girl. there are good men out there raising great women.
Very true, Tabby. There are good men everywhere, but they don't make the news.
I’m heartsick on your behalf over the loss of those little books. I’m leaving many notebooks that my children are free to throw away. Most of my work is on my hard drive, though, and nobody will bother to look at it there.
Where do you keep your notes and impressions?
My dad learned to drive in his older brothers model A. He and his two brothers often went fishing and hunting on weekends and i have many old photos of him with stringers of fish, or a pheasant in each hand. My mother also loved the outdoors and their honeymoon before WWII was camping and fishing on the Gunflint Trail in Northern MN. But it was my mother who kept a log of family life. My oldest niece is the keeper of family history and she has the thousands of photos and slides and my mom's logs. I do have a scrapebook my mom put together starting with my birth in 1949. My footprint and the little bead bracelet with your name and newborn photos on the first page. When I started my boating life I started a log of travels and after the boats were gone kept it up on my land travels. But not having any kids I'm sure they will all be thrown away along with my thousands of photos. Especially since my handwriting is hard to read 😆
I do hope your niece will still be around to rescue your journals and personal narratives. I will admit that I gleefully threw away a small stack of my sister's letters written in the last couple of years. Such an act is a ritual to exorcise a toxic being from one's life.
Yes. Your sister throwing out your dad's journals without asking anyone else was not good.
Thank you for cross-posting this essay, Tonya.
Well, when Mom died, she became the Boss. She even wrote Mom's obit even though I was working the obit desk at the Deseret News at the time. Why should she ask when she can do it herself, right?