I have one of praise that will be taken to my grave. The day I took an impossible shot at a rabbit with open sights with a .22 and had a head shot! It was over a gully at some incredible distance. One shot and the rabbit never moved. Dad was a pessimist and said we will see when we do the paddock! Got there, head shot and Dad said good shot! He was never great on praise!
The other one, not so much praise, but a dad moment was trapping poddy mullet in an old waisted oyster jar for fishing for flathead with live mullet on a float. We had caught 6 or so in the jar, dad put a rock in the opening to stop them backing out. Next minute, this crab comes marching out of the depths, walks around the jar once, moves the rock, reaches in and grabs a mullet, marches back into the depths with a live mullet waving in its pincer.
Dad just basically said "The inconsiderate bastard could have least put the rock back!"
macka17 said
07:07 AM Apr 4, 2017
Not here.
Mine was a first class prick till he left when I was around 6.
I just hope my kids think a bit better of me that I do of mine.
Bushpie said
09:13 AM Apr 4, 2017
Im in the Macka basket as well.....although he provided for us he was not someone I aspired to be.
I too hope my children think better of me than I of him.
warhorse said
09:31 AM Apr 4, 2017
i had a father, not a dad
rockylizard said
09:38 AM Apr 4, 2017
Gday...
Macka, Bushpie and Warhorse - I too had a mongrel (my polite word) of a father.
However, what our children think of us will be due to OUR actions and attributes rather than for it to just happen.
One would hope after all these years, our children have shown something of how they feel about the family they have.
cheers - John
moamajohn said
11:04 AM Apr 4, 2017
My dad was my dad pure and simple .Since I had no other dad to compare him to he was just dad that taught me "stuff ".He was very quiet and a non drinker.He was a commando in the war but refused to ever talk about it.He had a stroke at 55 and sadly the war years came back and haunted him. He decided to end his own life on his terms.So no regret on his choice by any of us family. 35yrs ago ....but yeh I still miss im. ! Cheers
Travel Bug said
01:22 PM Apr 4, 2017
My Dad taught me so many things. To list just a few...
Anyone can act like a sheep and run with the flock. Don't be afraid to stand up for what you believe in.
Reading books allows you to visit and explore whole new worlds and ideas from the comfort of your own chair.
Colour or race is unimportant. What matters is whether someone is a good person.
Never go to sleep on an argument.
Life is short...so don't waste it!
Edited to add an important one: Never be too proud to admit that you were wrong.
I loved my Dad dearly and I think of him and miss him every day. He died when I was 18 y.o. and I still try to live by the lessons that he taught me.
-- Edited by Travel Bug on Tuesday 4th of April 2017 02:13:54 PM
Footprints said
01:52 PM Apr 4, 2017
My Dad was my very best friend. He died 37 years ago and I still miss him.
He taught me ; A mate sticks with a mate no matter what the odds, (loyalty) always.
Aus-Kiwi said
01:56 PM Apr 4, 2017
One thing we MUST understand . Back 60 + years ago things such as economy wasn't like it is now . Just putting food on the table was tough . Let alone a roof over your head . Plus many had 5 plus children in their families . He was totally responsible for the family . There were no luxuries like we have now ! Yes fathers could be grumpy ? But think back at the times ? Their wives etc too ., No way like that these days . --- My fav with my father was going to pony club and wining the show jumping comp when I was 10 year old against people much older . I had to ride my horse that morning into Showgrounds 5 miles too . As I didn't have licence back then . Our horse float was away anyway .,
-- Edited by Aus-Kiwi on Tuesday 4th of April 2017 02:03:54 PM
meetoo said
03:59 PM Apr 4, 2017
The fact that my old man was a tyrant, I tend to think of it as that was his disability!
Cheers John.
Tony Bev said
07:53 PM Apr 4, 2017
I come from a normal family, with normal (back in that day) parents
Close to my six birthday Somehow cut the palm of my hand open on some broken glass Mother was in hysterics, father said that I was very brave for not crying, as he washed the dirt out of the cut, in a bowl of water which soon turned red, before taking me to hospital Doctor apologised that he could only fit five stitches in the cut
Seven years of age (or thereabouts) Father driving a small van, man in passenger seat Me in back, let out a bit of a silent fluff Father said, by god Tony, you are very quiet, but you are very strong, and we can smell you coming Man opened passenger window and pretended to be choking Very embarrassing for me at the time, but praise is praise
There are many more of what I would consider normal praise, from normal parents, to normal children The two above stick out as two of the earliest praises
I was at the hospital when he died at 94½ years of age All his surviving children were present at his funeral
I can only sympathise with those who did not have a normal upbringing, but I have no experience of having a bad parent
Papou said
08:06 PM Apr 4, 2017
Sorry to hear some regret of previouse posts ey , my Dad was my Dad ( Father ) and although due to the times hard times I didnt have much of a Dad/ Son times as some Children do nowadays but he workec Bloody hard to put food on the table. Teach us values , respect n right from wrong.
Three hard look warnings if we strayed :) , n god help you after that lol. Worship the soil he walked on and if he is where I wish he is then I hope he hears my silent words I have for him when he crosses my thoughts.
If I have halfe filled his shoes as a Father with my Children I will be happy.
Desert Dweller said
03:55 PM Apr 5, 2017
My carpenter father was always too busy earning a living or building stuff at home. In fact he built our home. He did have time for mum though. That's how I came into the world.
macka17 said
01:13 AM Apr 8, 2017
YEA.
MINE. Beat my mum till he left with another female, at me 6yrs old.
MUM. on the other hand. looked after myself and brother 4 yrs. Lived in lower front room in an old 2 up\2 down council house for yrs. That room was our home. NO heater, in UK winters. SHe worked at North Durham Steelworks on Overhead crane in rolling mill. 6-2\2-10\10-6. 7 days a week.
I brought brother up. Probably saw mum 3 to 5 hrs a week. unless 6.2 shift.
She was a bloody hard working angel. and this idiot NEVER appreciated her enuff.
Hope you up in heaven will forgive me mum.
Him. If I'd ever met him at whatever age would have got a good snot first. b4 I booted him into the gutter.
Nope. Did Not like my dad much.
-- Edited by macka17 on Saturday 8th of April 2017 01:14:41 AM
The Belmont Bear said
04:52 PM Apr 8, 2017
My dad was like a lot of men of his generation he worked extremely hard and made sure that the family never missed out on anything. He worshipped my mother but found it very difficult to express his feelings especially to us kids, he had grown up with a physically abusive father who used to beat his mother (my grandmother) and sometimes the kids if they tried to protect her. He went out of his way not to be anything like that father and I don't remember him ever raising his voice or hitting us but one stern look from him was enough to make us to toe the line. He is now 86 and suffering from prostrate cancer so is in the twilight of his life, he lost his lifelong partner (my mum) a couple a years ago and is doing it hard without her. I only hope that we can give him as much comfort as possible in whatever time he has left with us as he has surely earned it.
I have one of praise that will be taken to my grave. The day I took an impossible shot at a rabbit with open sights with a .22 and had a head shot! It was over a gully at some incredible distance. One shot and the rabbit never moved. Dad was a pessimist and said we will see when we do the paddock! Got there, head shot and Dad said good shot! He was never great on praise!
The other one, not so much praise, but a dad moment was trapping poddy mullet in an old waisted oyster jar for fishing for flathead with live mullet on a float. We had caught 6 or so in the jar, dad put a rock in the opening to stop them backing out. Next minute, this crab comes marching out of the depths, walks around the jar once, moves the rock, reaches in and grabs a mullet, marches back into the depths with a live mullet waving in its pincer.
Dad just basically said "The inconsiderate bastard could have least put the rock back!"
Mine was a first class prick till he left when I was around 6.
I just hope my kids think a bit better of me that I do of mine.
I too hope my children think better of me than I of him.
Gday...
Macka, Bushpie and Warhorse - I too had a mongrel (my polite word) of a father.
However, what our children think of us will be due to OUR actions and attributes rather than for it to just happen.
One would hope after all these years, our children have shown something of how they feel about the family they have.
cheers - John
My Dad taught me so many things. To list just a few...
Anyone can act like a sheep and run with the flock. Don't be afraid to stand up for what you believe in.
Reading books allows you to visit and explore whole new worlds and ideas from the comfort of your own chair.
Colour or race is unimportant. What matters is whether someone is a good person.
Never go to sleep on an argument.
Life is short...so don't waste it!
Edited to add an important one:
Never be too proud to admit that you were wrong.
I loved my Dad dearly and I think of him and miss him every day. He died when I was 18 y.o. and I still try to live by the lessons that he taught me.
-- Edited by Travel Bug on Tuesday 4th of April 2017 02:13:54 PM
My Dad was my very best friend. He died 37 years ago and I still miss him.
He taught me ; A mate sticks with a mate no matter what the odds, (loyalty) always.
One thing we MUST understand . Back 60 + years ago things such as economy wasn't like it is now . Just putting food on the table was tough . Let alone a roof over your head . Plus many had 5 plus children in their families . He was totally responsible for the family . There were no luxuries like we have now ! Yes fathers could be grumpy ? But think back at the times ? Their wives etc too ., No way like that these days . --- My fav with my father was going to pony club and wining the show jumping comp when I was 10 year old against people much older . I had to ride my horse that morning into Showgrounds 5 miles too . As I didn't have licence back then . Our horse float was away anyway .,
-- Edited by Aus-Kiwi on Tuesday 4th of April 2017 02:03:54 PM
The fact that my old man was a tyrant, I tend to think of it as that was his disability!
Cheers John.
I come from a normal family, with normal (back in that day) parents
Close to my six birthday
Somehow cut the palm of my hand open on some broken glass
Mother was in hysterics, father said that I was very brave for not crying, as he washed the dirt out of the cut, in a bowl of water which soon turned red, before taking me to hospital
Doctor apologised that he could only fit five stitches in the cut
Seven years of age (or thereabouts)
Father driving a small van, man in passenger seat
Me in back, let out a bit of a silent fluff
Father said, by god Tony, you are very quiet, but you are very strong, and we can smell you coming
Man opened passenger window and pretended to be choking
Very embarrassing for me at the time, but praise is praise
There are many more of what I would consider normal praise, from normal parents, to normal children
The two above stick out as two of the earliest praises
I was at the hospital when he died at 94½ years of age
All his surviving children were present at his funeral
I can only sympathise with those who did not have a normal upbringing, but I have no experience of having a bad parent
YEA.
MINE. Beat my mum till he left with another female,
at me 6yrs old.
MUM. on the other hand. looked after myself and brother 4 yrs.
Lived in lower front room in an old 2 up\2 down council house for yrs.
That room was our home. NO heater, in UK winters.
SHe worked at North Durham Steelworks on Overhead crane in rolling mill.
6-2\2-10\10-6. 7 days a week.
I brought brother up. Probably saw mum 3 to 5 hrs a week. unless 6.2 shift.
She was a bloody hard working angel.
and this idiot NEVER appreciated her enuff.
Hope you up in heaven will forgive me mum.
Him.
If I'd ever met him at whatever age
would have got a good snot first. b4 I booted him into the gutter.
Nope. Did Not like my dad much.
-- Edited by macka17 on Saturday 8th of April 2017 01:14:41 AM
Aussie Paul.