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I don't know why, but, here lately I have felt a strong need to share whimsical events, stories, wisdoms, etc. with my youngest daughter who turns 16 in a few days. Especially little tidbits about my Dad...Who she never knew.
So...
When I was a kid my Dad would often yell "DUCK" when we drove under a bridge.
isnt it funny as you approach the end of your years raising your kids you think back on your own parents? i do the same thing with my granddaughter although both grandparents are still living
When I was a kid My dad and I would go hunting alot and on 1 Quail hunting trip I remember the Most we wrer in some heavy Cat Claw "Because thats where the Quail are" When all of the sudden Boom!Boom! and my dad yells here they come! I'm lookin all around for Birds When Here they came alright..... A hole pack of Javalina came charging from the Bushes Well They were Pissed and headed my way! All I could do was stand there and let them go by, Like Inches from me "I think I pissed my pants! I can still see my dad standing there Laughing and saying.... Did you get them. LOL!
isnt it funny as you approach the end of your years raising your kids you think back on your own parents? i do the same thing with my granddaughter although both grandparents are still living
A series of virtual gifts I suppose. In this case...a little knowledge of her Grandfather who was quite a character. A bit of a "rounder" in his day.
Bill W, I have a javelina hunting story with my Dad. With Pistols. Too long to tell now but, I will say...I would have pissed my pants too ....if my hangy down things weren't drawn up so tight.
My Poppa used to like to find roads that made the car lift off over rolling ups and downs as if it was a roller coaster - and get just the right speed so that the suspension was barely in contact....
Launch off the top of the hill, and it was like a sudden elevator ride down, and then GEE forces through the bottom and WEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Over the next top.......
Since my daughter will start driving next week I told her of the first time my Dad had me drive on the "paved road".
I was 13. It was pitch black out and we were on a 2 lane black top with no shoulders. He just stopped the car, and as he was opening his car door he said "scoot over son...time you started driving on the paved road" ....I was scared to death. My right leg shook so bad I thought my knees would fall off. Especially when a car was coming at us. Well, I made it to our little place at Eagle Mountain Lake that night. But, I don't know how.
I was always an inquisitive kid. Today I am an engineer having gone to school way too many years.
When I was about 4 or 5 I asked my mom how the street lights 'know' to come on at night. She stalled for a moment (I can't believe I still remember this like it was yesterday) and then said that a little gremlin comes around at dusk an turns them on. I looked for that little snot for weeks and never di see him do it.
Some months later some linemen were stringing new power cables out in front of the house. So, I posed my question to them. They explained it was turned on and off by a photocell and were kind enough to explain just how the photocell worked in relation to the ambient light.
Needless to say I was pissed at my mom. From that little experience I learned that if you don't know the answer, say so. Don't make something up.
My dad used to have all kinds of "stories" that would have our jaws hanging open. Then he'd cackle like an old hen and we knew he was just full of it and enjoying himself.
Ahh.. my dad's laugh. Came right from his heart. I love it when y'all make me bring back memories.
Last edited by Fordlover55; Jan 18, 2008 at 02:21 AM.