It takes 30 seconds to become a father
A Dad is for a lifetime
Happy Fathers Day to all the Dads, Grandpas, Uncles, and Brothers who are a dad to someone or who have been a dad to someone.
It takes 30 seconds to become a father
A Dad is for a lifetime
Happy Fathers Day to all the Dads, Grandpas, Uncles, and Brothers who are a dad to someone or who have been a dad to someone.
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Remembering my Dad
Walter C. Smith
1917-1997
I like the sign I saw once–
“Any man can be a father, it takes someone special to be a daddy!”
I like that also, Clinton. Happy fathers day.
I’m missing my dad today, as I do every day. This is a day I that lives a bad taste in my mouth. Nothing like bailing on your kid when they are in Kindergarten, and ignoring their extistance for over a decade. These types are sperm donors and nothing more.
We have one of those too. I am just glad he wasn’t around to be an influence.
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So today is Father’s Day, and I can’t help but remember my father who has been gone now for more than a quarter century. He was born in 1905, when the 20th century was still brand new. He lived to see two world wars, the Korean War and the Vietnam War. He drove a horse and wagon, saw some of the some of the first automobiles. He saw some of the first airplanes fly and witnessed the first launches of our space program and watched Neil Armstrong walk on the moon. He and my mother were some of the “Okies” who went to California and picked crops to make a living. It was a wonderful time to be alive. I still miss you Dad and think about you often. Happy Father’s Day.
You better believe it!! One good thing, staying far, far away, and let the women do the work of both parents. I do wonder if there will be a knock at the door now that she’s grown.
We had an absentee mother who did that. It’s easy to raise a grown child. @Chris
@George
thank you for sharing. My dad was born in 1917, just enough younger than your dad to not witness as much change. My father grew up in NJ and ran all over NYC as a little kid. How did kids survive back then?
I miss my father, too – He died before I was five years old (heart attack).
Wonder what he was like?
I have few memories of him, and what I think I remember,
might be what I have been told. My four year older brother did his best to take his
place looking out for me. My mother did a great job at being both mother and father
to us.
I was fortunate enough to marry a man who was an incredible father to our children; I
cherish his memory today.