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Title: A day of thought
Post by: Aidy on December 30, 2017, 10:17
Today is the 4th anniversary of me old mans passing away and of course you remember all the good and bad times with a smile and tear.
I feel I was lucky as he taught me many life skills whick kids nowadays have  no idea! By the age of ten I knew how clean and fillet fish that we had caught either by rod or nightline on the beach,he taught me how to snare hares in the fields around us then how to prepare them for eating. My passion for the allotment came from my parents the whole hunter/ gather came because they did not command good salaries back in the 70s, dad had 2 jobs, mum had 3 so we caught and grew a lot of our own food! How times have changed.
Food for thought!
Title: Re: A day of thought
Post by: Goosegirl on December 30, 2017, 12:47
What wonderful memories and life-skills he gave you and I hope you can pass these valuable lessons on to others who will appreciate all the knowledge and fatherly care he gave you. You are truly a lucky man!
Title: Re: A day of thought
Post by: snowdrops on December 30, 2017, 14:40
Ahh, lovely memories to have Aidy. We’ve just had hubby’s nephew over this morning with his 2 children, I’ve not seen them for a long time & don’t really know them well. Just before they left(short visit of hours🙄) the little girl(6rs) said “actually my mummy never plays with me,or my daddy” how sad is that. I was so pleased I put in a few hours of my time chatting to them(well watching what she was up to,the lad was fine) colouring with them, making a paper star. Trouble is I think they’ll want to come back. Our son has said nephew(his cousin)  just turns up & leaves the children to get on with it then of course they get into mischief.
Back to your post Aidy, although I never gardened with my dad I always feel he’s at the plot with me either raising his eyebrows or saying humph I’d have never thought of that or aye lass what yer doing it like that for.
Title: Re: A day of thought
Post by: sunshineband on December 30, 2017, 18:27
Food for thought indeed Aidy. Your post brought back memories of fishing with my Dad on Boxing Day in the freezing cold, catching flounders. Thanks to him I can despatch a fish we will keep to eat, skin a rabbit too, know the names and habits of most wild birds I'll be likely to come across round here and be very unlikely to poison myself eating wild-grown leaves or berries.

We owe our parents so much, and not always the  most obvious either

I hope our respective Dads look down from time to time and smile, as we look up and smile in gratitude to them :D :D
Title: Re: A day of thought
Post by: Elaine G on December 30, 2017, 22:20
My dad passed away 25 years ago. He also had 3 jobs and very little time to spare with me or my sister. But something must have rubbed off as we both like the outdoors and to grow things.

I often find myself in the greenhouse asking 'Dad, what would you do with these?'  :lol:

Elaine
Title: Re: A day of thought
Post by: Yorkie on December 30, 2017, 22:40
It's just 2 years since we lost my Dad, and it's still too hard to think about him much.

But a friend posted a picture earlier today on Faceb**k of a Deltic locomotive at York Station, and I gave a big smile and thought of him, taking down engine numbers, and going round the fabulous railway museum.  :D
Title: Re: A day of thought
Post by: sunshineband on December 31, 2017, 09:33
It's just 2 years since we lost my Dad, and it's still too hard to think about him much.

But a friend posted a picture earlier today on Faceb**k of a Deltic locomotive at York Station, and I gave a big smile and thought of him, taking down engine numbers, and going round the fabulous railway museum.  :D

Even after ten years, I still have a tear in my eye sometimes when I go somewhere or do something I would love to have been able to share with my Dad. It is a sadness, but also an overwhelming feeling of the love we shared, and usually ends in a smile