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My lesson was to pick up tools when I was a kid.My Dad found some of his tools in the lawn with a fixer upper rider that he waited for four yrs to get to mow two acres of lawn.

Oh yeah-I learned how to hide for about a week after that one.................

Dad convinced me to buy my first socket set with my allowance when I was about 14, came with a nice case and were decent quality tools (I still have 90% of the original tools, having replaced a couple of broken ones over the years). I basically learned if I didn’t keep track of them and put them away that no one else would.

By default I get to be the teacher for my grandson, we spend a lot of time in the shop together. It’s one of the most rewarding experiences I have ever had.

Well similar to 1Gary I used to leave tools out in the grass when finished working on my bike. But unlike gary my dad had a push mower. He was upset and I got to cut the grass from then on....NO TOOLS were ever left in the grass again.

Things Dad taught me

1. pick up after yourself
2. tools are an investment, take care of them
3. the government IS NOT here to help us
4. and of course, turn left, stand on the gas, try to bring it home in one piece!!!!

Well, my Dad died when I was 11 so he didn't get a chance to really teach me a whole lot, but he did teach me to never touch a cigarette. He died from a heart attack at 47 and smoked like a fiend. Used to tell me "If I ever see you with a cigarette in your hand I will break your fingers !" Must have worked, I never had the urge.

Don

Originally Posted by Itoldyouso

Well, my Dad died when I was 11 so he didn't get a chance to really teach me a whole lot, but he did teach me to never touch a cigarette. He died from a heart attack at 47 and smoked like a fiend. Used to tell me "If I ever see you with a cigarette in your hand I will break your fingers !" Must have worked, I never had the urge.

Don

Good advice, I often wish I hadn't taken up the nasty habit.
As far as Dads go, I didn't meet mine until the 7th week of boot camp in 1961 and then I had to pick him out of a crowd. I swore that any future children I might be blessed with would never suffer that fate and they didn't

Dad before becoming a firefighter was a mechanic......he stuck my head under a hood for the first time when I was 5 to show me things and how they worked....thanks to hm Im a car nut.

He also taught me that if you get into a fight and get hit hard enough to knock your @SS to the ground.....you might as well stay there and not come up for seconds.....ROFLMAO

If you are going to hire somene to do a job that you can do.....Dont...your workmanship will be better than thiers anyhow.

But the best thing he taught me was.....respect, honesty, and pride.....and be patient with your elders...... one day you will be old too.

Another one was I got myself trapped under a Corvair engine which my Dad didn't know I was doing no less doing alone in his garage.I had these dreams of a Crown Corviar in my head.He came home from work and asked me what in the world I thought I was doing??Swearing I told him to get me out of there while the two studs for the engine mount was putting pressure on my chest.He lifted the engine up just enough to take off the pressure,but not enough to let me get out.He said YOU DON"T SWEAR IN MY GARAGE,UNDERSTAND??.I told ok,ok,just get me out.Well no matter what I never did swear again in that garage.Oh I had two bruises on my chest for awhile after that and he told me I didn't even had enough money to build that Crown,junked the car the next day.Yepper he was right.

I'm lucky, at 92 dad is still around. He is an M.E., so taught me about moment-arm, plastigauge, termal equilization and different expansion rates of engine parts, heat transfer and other mechanical properties.

My dad did not teach me much except not to be like him. He was a mean, ruthless, abusive MF. What I taught myself was not to be like him.

Answer: Not Much of anything, he was too busy trying to figure out how not to be like his Dad and after three of us, he still hadn't figured it out. So he tried to screw up his grandchildren also but was only successful with my sister's kids.

my dad was the greatest man in the world ... to everyone but his own family ... sadly `im just like him ... i dont talk to my son any more nor his mother ...

My dad taught me "anything worth doing was worth doing right!". We were father and son until he was in his mid 50's and I early 20's. I introduced him to deer hunting and that is what brought us together. He passed away at 72 (way too early) and I can say he was my second best friend after my wife. Lots of good times! I have tried to do the same with my kids and now my oldest is coming around.

I envy you SFORT. Sounds like my dad with my brother. 1ST born boy of course.

My Dad was genuinely GOOD man. I couldn't have asked for a better one, but we were just different breeds of cat.

He was very religious and plenty strict. I loved him and there was never any real trouble between us but we never communicated very well. We just saw things differently. He had only an elementary school education and had to work his tail off for my brothers and me. He died at the ripe old age of 56.

He did instill a strong work ethic in all of us and we appreciate that.

It is apparent to me now that there was so very much that I didn't learn from him, and that's my fault.

Jim