Your a big man Jim
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Your a big man Jim
yep he shure did ...He Told Me to Watch out were the husky go and don.t you eat that Yellow Snow ? Hmmm no that was Frank Zappa.... i now have to go someone is rapping on my favorite babby seal ...with a leadville snow shoe
Thanks, Charlie,
"Too soon get old, too late get smart"
I think that's one of those old Pennsylvania Dutch sayings.
Jim
It's probably Baby Doe's great great great grandson?Quote:
Originally Posted by pat mccarthy
Pop was a quiet guy and suffered from post traumatic stress issues from WWII. Of course in those days they didn't call it that; he was just really depressed and secluded. But he raised 11 kids and we always had a roof over our heads, went to church every week, and saw a guy that never called in sick to work. He was a union bricklayer and worked his butt off to provide for us. I didn't see how much he loved us when he was around, but now that I'm older I do. I wish he was still here so I could tell him I loved him, too.
Man, ain't that the truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Tracks
Good work ethic. He used to say "You get paid to work 8 hours, work it".
Honesty, decency, respect for others and yourself. My cousin said of him at his memorial, that he had thought of many things my dad was to him, but in the final analysis, nothing higher could be said but that "he was a good man." If I can live up to that, I will have learned the lessons he taught me by his life.
Not to impose my opinion......but its never too late to talk to your son.....My old man broke the physical abuse chain that his father did to him....Im sure that you can do the same and break that old history that you endured with your father and creat a new one for your son.Quote:
Originally Posted by HOSS429
If im stepping the boundries with my opnion....... please just say so
Pop taught me respect...for people and their property. And various other things...
My ol' man had his demons like many, bailed on the family when I was 15, which allowed me to get a job instead of pursuing sports so my siblings could eat. No anger in that, if anything it taught the value of working for what you and your family need. It also brought my mother and I closer, at a time when teenagers are usually hopelessly rebelious, because I ended up having to help her through some tough times til she got her mind right and made better choices.
That said, over the years I would take on some project or other, usually during some of our many remodel adventures, and I'd have a flashback vision of something I'd seen my father do when I was young that gave me an idea of how to complete the task better. That subliminal thing I guess, so I'm sure we've all learned things this way that we may not even recognize at first.
Aside from the no smoking thing, I guess I did learn a lot from my Dad in the short time I had him in my life. He really did love me and always called me "His Pal". He was a really hard worker, worked 3 jobs every day of his life. He was a diesel mechanic in the steel mill, then when he got home at 3 pm he had a prezel route where he delivered chips and stuff to bars. He would grab a few hours sleep and then go out and play sax in a band until 2 pm, then get a couple more hours sleep and do it all over again the next day. Probably that life didn't help his health any either.
I really wish he would have lived long enough to know my own two Sons.......he would have loved them and had a lot in common because of their sax playing.:)
Don
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Originally Posted by RadRidesByDan
I was the one that broke that link in the chain. My boys and I get along very well.
They did get a few swats on the butt when they were younger as needed but it was with my hand. Not anything that could be picked up like my dad did.
I was raised by my step dad. He was not a great communicator of "deep subjects", The things he said were very short and to the point, but he but taught me very well, by example.
He worked at least two jobs all of his life... told it like it was... was loyal to family... taught me to work with my hands... spray paint... rebuild engines... drive a stickshift... and I learned to do things right, and do them ONE time! All-in-all a great role model.
Oh yeah... he bitched about me occupying the garage as a teenager... and leaving his tools in the gravel driveway! He also bitched about me spending all of my time working on those "damn cars"... but when I opened my first full-time shop, he helped me wire it, and would bring his friends by to show them what I was working on! He ended up proud of me, and that meant a lot!
My stepdad taught me never say I can't do something if I've never tried.