I was eating prunes and cream, sitting on a kitchen chair, with my legs swinging back and forth. My Dad was standing in the kitchen by the fridge. I remember him talking, but I cannot tell you what he was saying. We lived in Australia, in a small house in Canberra. That is the first distinct memory I have of my Dad. I asked him about that memory not so long ago, when I was talking with him on the telephone. He says he doesn’t understand how I possibly could remember that, because I was only about two years old. But that memory is so vivid, I can still taste the sweetness of the prunes downplayed by the thick smooth texture of the ice cold cream and the way the vinyl on the kitchen chair stuck to the back of my legs.
The next memory I have of my father, was also in Canberra. It had snowed. From what I understand this is indeed a very rare occurrence. I honestly thought the world had come to an end. Outside all the familiar colors had been washed away, leaving only white and various tones of grey. I distinctly remember my parents being so thrilled with this unnerving apocalyptic event and I could not understand why. What I recall more than anything, were the snowballs they threw at me. They were cold, hard and stung. I was not in the least bit happy about that. Being a rather volatile little redheaded girl I stomped off to my room to pout and ponder why the world had gone completely and utterly mad.
I recall spending hours in used bookstores with my Dad, looking for strange and unusual books. My Dad is an avid reader. When he was little, he was a sickly child and spent much of his time in bed, reading heavy, intense tomes of history, tales of famous battles and anything else he could get his hands on. I read most of his library when I was a child, from Nietzsche to Kafka to books on World War II (I attempted to read War and Peace but got so confused by all the Russian names I gave up about 30 pages into it). It is because of my Dad that I have such an affinity for the written word.
There are so many other memories, so many adventures I have undertaken with my Dad. After spending three years in college in Iowa, I transferred to a university near my father, and because of this I was able to live at home and go to school. I loved that (no more dormitories). We hung out together in the evenings, watching movies. Me and my Dad had a theory that daily episodes of “vegetation” (laying on the sofas in the family room, watching movies, wrapped in warm blankets) was an absolute must and a necessity for re-charging the brain. There must have been something to that theory, because I did amazingly well at school, even in organic chemistry. My Dad is a chemist (so I had to get good grades in Chemistry), and he says stuff like “Better living through chemistry”. We even had placemats with the Periodic Table printed on them when I was a kid (Yeah – take that Big, Bang Theory). It is because he is a chemist, we moved to the United States – he came to analyze moon rocks (how many people can say that). I think he has even met some of the astronauts, which as a kid I thought was the most impressive thing – ever.
My Dad loves fast cars, and driving fast (but safely). I do too. On one rather hilly road just outside of Fairfax driving up and down those hills was very much like riding on a rollercoaster. In one particular section of that road, if we were going fast enough, it felt as though we were flying, as if were air borne. My Dad taught me to drive stick-shift and I have trained my boys to drive stick-shift. This is a must in the case of a zombie apocalyptic event – what if the only car available for escape has a manual transmission? Driving and road trips also make up a majority of my memories of my adventures with my Dad. When my son was only two weeks, I travelled from Tokyo to Indiana (after a C-section – which is nuts when I think about it now) to visit my parents. My Dad and I decided to go on a major road trip from Indiana to Fort Collins, with my oldest. We had the best time, driving along, stopping, looking at the sites and visiting with friends. We discovered during that trip, my oldest loved Country/Western music, and if he was fretful, only that type of music would calm him (don’t tell my son that, he would be horrified).
My Dad grew up in England, during World War II. He remembers the air raid sirens, the rations, the lack of necessities and the sacrifices the British people made. He was just a lad and to him it was exciting. I love to hear stories of his childhood (he has written several books about his experiences, which are fascinating). His Dad was a Constable, and walked the streets every night, with his lunch tucked up securely in his helmet. His Dad routinely carried young hooligans home to their Mums by their shirt collars. My grandfather was from Wales, and was one of the kindest, most lovely people I have ever met. When he spoke, his words faded in and out of Welsh, so half the time I never really understood what he was saying. Of course, he didn’t understand me either, with my way of slow talking, and my American accent. He used to say “Ooo, Aye”. I can still hear him as I sit here writing.
When my grandfather became ill, and could no longer live by himself in the house my Dad grew up in, he had to move into a nursing home. My father and I both flew to England to pack up his house. My Dad wanted to ship a bronze statue back to the United States and required a box with unusual dimensions. And so off we went, to find the box factory. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves down a little narrow, uneven cobblestoned alley lined with questionably stable lead paned windows, peering in doors of small factories. It was if we had be thrown right into the midst of Oliver Twist, complete with winding alleys and narrow doorways. I expected the Artful Dodger to pop out any second and relieve us of our wallets. We found the box factory, and the owner, who too looked like he might have been a character in one of Charles Dickens’ tales. He was standing in the midst of the factory, with a black apron covering his rather portly belly and those bands on his arms that hold up the sleeves. His Midland accent was so heavy, only my Dad was able to converse with him. I felt as if we had gone through a time portal into another age. Only with my Dad could make an adventure out of looking for shipping boxes.
My father took up writing years ago. He is a great writer. His vocabulary is immense (I am sure he doesn’t use Google to check the definitions of words – because he knows them, I on the other hand have Merriam-Webster online in Favorites). It is because of him, I began to write. I am certainly not as prolific a writer as he, I plod along writing my little stories. When we talk, we spend half the time discussing his current project and how I am planning my next project. He reads my blog, and he and my Mom are my most avid followers.
My Father is undoubtedly one of the most fascinating people I know. He is an enigma. I am not saying he is inscrutable or mysterious (I got that off Merriam-Webster, just so you know), but it is hard to explain how amazingly interesting and wonderful a person he really is. I would like to say my Dad is multi-faceted, but I am not completely convinced I really like that word. I can say one thing, he is brilliantly intelligent and wise. If you were to say that to him, he would deny it completely, and say it is only because he reads so much, that is why he is full of “useless bits” of information (his words, not mine). I can ask him about Ancient Chinese history and I bet you a billion dollars, he would know a little bit, if not a lot about it. But he is not the kind of guy that is just book smart. He loves music, all types of music, from Jazz to Rock. He even went to an AC/DC concert in Munich. When I was young, he played ragtime and jazz on the piano, all by ear. After he retired he took music lessons and only then did he learn to read music. During our fortnightly telephone calls, he would tell me how he had received a gold star from the week from his piano teacher. I love that about my Dad.
My husband says I don’t know how lucky I am to have a father like my Dad. He lost his father when he was only 13 years old and has very few memories of his own Dad. When we lived in Fort Collins, Colorado, and my Dad was just down the street, so to speak, we would meet up with him on Saturday evening to have dinner at Joe’s pub in Old Town. My husband and my Dad have spent many a happy hour just nattering away about everything and anything. Even today, 15 years later, my husband still speaks fondly of those Saturday evenings hanging out with my Dad.
I think I do know how lucky I am to have such an incredible Dad and I am thankful for that every single day. And very much like my Mom who has instilled in me the love of nature and gardening, my Dad has taught me the importance of “vegetating”, eating good food, road trips, enjoying all types of music, writing and the love of books. My memories of my Dad and our many adventures and experiences have made me who I am today. I like to say my family is geographically dysfunctional (we all live so far apart), but I can’t think of anyone, anywhere, who is more wonderful than my Dad (and my Mom).
Happy Father’s Day to the best Dad a person could ever wish for (I know it is a made-up holiday Daddy, but it is a gives me an opportunity to write a tribute to one of my most favorite people).
Photo credits Dickensian alley – telegraph.co.uk
Snow in Canberra – Australian National Archives
Earthrise – en.wikipedia.org
Love your descriptions.
What a great homage to your dad, he does sound like a fun one.
I can’t help it but enjoy reading anything you write, I guess it would be no different for your Dad’s writing.
He really is a great writer (much better than I), he is so entertaining and full of little tidbits of information and trivia.
I think that you have inherited his gift, and I suppose that you are being modest.
Hi my friend – Ha-ha. My Dad has this knack for tucking little tidbits of information, facts and trivia into his writing, something I would have to spend hours on Google to accomplish. Hope all is well with you!!!!!
Maybe with time it will come naturally to you too.
I finally managed to do the love hate challenge. I guess I am back on a good blogging track at the moment. I hope that it will stay that way.
All is well with me, I just took a small computer break as we have one computer for two (my fiancé is doing an online degree at the moment) and I don’t like positing from my phone (I use it to read a lot of blogposts and comment and like like a crazy person).
I haven’t been really good with the blogging lately either. Work seems to be getting in the way. But I gotta do what I gotta do!!! I have a couple of challenges I have been tasked with, and am slowly working to accomplish them!!!
I do hope that you do have time to write your next book… Ah I feel the tags coming my way 🙂
Have fun with those challenges.
I do really need to focus on my next book, but this blogging thing always seems to distract me.
Turn off the internet!
Well I would miss you, you don’t have to do it for too long…
You are right!!!! I need to do that, but I would miss you too, my blogging friend from afar. I actually have two books I am pondering but I can’t decide which one I want to work on first. Which do you think, 1) Australian boarding school girls meet mysterious aborigine (more supernatural) or 2) Young adult about two teenaged boys that become intertwined with a train graffiti gang in Los Angeles. Which sounds more intriguing?
I’d say number 1.
Aw that is so sweet of you 🙂
Ok cool – that’s what my Dad says too!!!
Beautifully written and a most loving tribute <3
Thank-you my sassafrass friend. From Sparklypants :))
😀 I still think of gold hotpants 🙂
That does conjure up some scary images (me in gold lame hotpants – I would end up in the Fashion Don’ts section of Glamour).
Me too! Let’s both get a pair and scare the other pants of the Glamorites!
Yay!!!! Sounds like fun!!!!
What a glowing and very loving tribute to a father and what a fascinating read for us.If anyone ever said a quarter of those things about me I’d be floored.Naturally I’m chuffed to hear you have Welsh blood flowing in those veins.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
Just got off the phone with my Dad. He had to explain to me what chuffed meant. Thanks for the kind words, my friend. I hope you are feeling. I need to go off and read your post. Sadly, I wasn’t able to as usual on this Sunday morning, things were a bit chaotic.
You? A volatile Redheaded little girl? I don’t believe it. *winks* Seems I have a similar reaction at times even today. All silliness aside this is a lovely tribute, SD xx
Thank-you my redheaded friend. Hope all is well with you!!!!!
I’m well. Spent the weekend in my hometown visiting my brother and his family. Hoping to write a poem tonight. Fingers crossed
I am glad you are well and it sounds like you had a nice weekend. I will keep an eye out for your next masterpiece! :)) (That’s a double big smile)
Ooo, I like a double smile. :))
Thanks. I think I might have just made it up, but I am not sure!!!!! For the longest time I thought that 😀 , meant everyone’s first name started with D – how silly is that, but then I realized it was meant to be an exceptionally big smile!!!
Live and learn, my friend. Giggle
You are challenged! Please go to https://annermurray.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/first-post-challenge/
This is one of the best tributes that I’ve read. Thank you for sharing such an inspiring post
Hi my friend. Thanks for reading my post and the comment. My Dad is undoubtedly the coolest guy I know!!!!
What a beautiful article about your Dad. I was riveted with tears smarting my eyes. I really enjoyed your writing and because I followed the bread crumbs that Mark laid out, I am pushing the follow button. I gave Mark the challenge that he is now giving to you and I really hope you run with it. Today is my 5th and last day! I had so much FUN with this!!! Crossing all fingers and toes you accept this Fun Journey!! Love, Amy <3
Thank-you for the kind words. I am so glad you enjoyed my Father’s Day tribute. And thank-you for the follow. I am rather excited about this challenge and must spend the day pondering on how I will approach it!!!
I am thrilled you are running with it. I pulled out aspects of myself I didn’t even know I had with this challenge. I normally don’t blog 5 days straight, so I am going to take off at least one day after today. Good luck!!! <3
It is almost like having homework every day. I know when I did the A-Z challenge in April, I felt like it was summer break when it came to an end, because I didn’t have to dash home and write a post. Five days doesn’t seem so bad – I just hope I can come up with five photos. Hmmm – I must think about this!!!!!
SMILING!!! I have faith in you!!!! <3
Your dad I’m quite sure knows what he has is quite special, too, S.D. Fantastic tribute. Happy Father’s Day, indeed.
Thank-you so much. He is a great guy!!!!! And Happy Father’s Day to you (although a bit belated)!!!!!
Thank you, S.D. I appreciate the wish!
Ooo, I accidentally sent you a comment….with nothing. Sorry about that – I must have had a bit of a spasm or something.
once again you have blessed us with a great post 🙂
Thank-you so much!!!!!
you are so much welcome 🙂
:)) (Double smile!!!!)
🙂 🙂 🙂 (triple smile!!!!!!!!!!!!)
What a lovely tribute to your pop!
Thank-you so very much!!!!
I don’t have a relationship with my bio-dad, so I love to read others blogs- close to their pops. I do have a great step-dad. And my husband is the BEST dad ever.
This is such a wonderful tribute to your dad. I do think you know how lucky you are to have him, otherwise your words would’ve fallen short. Instead, they moved me. You are your daddy’s girl, and it sounds like you grew into a strong person with his guidance. So, are you Australian? You’ve lived a lot of places, which can make for fascinating story fodder.
Lori, It is so nice to hear from you. Hope all is going well. My Dad is one of the greatest guys I know. I was born in Australia but am a naturalized citizen. Someday I will go back. Thanks for the great comment, but I have a lot of places. When I was in the midst of all that traveling I never thought it was abnormal, until I settled down. I miss the traveling, I really do. Someday…..
I love my dad, but there is quite a bit of dysfunction. Hey, it’s what I write about, so I’m grateful for it. 😉 Enjoyed learning more about you.
I loved reading it. Your dad is wonderful. I’m sure he’s very happy reading such a wonderful tribute.So beautifully written 🙂
Thank-you so much. My Dad is a really great guy, and so much fun.
Lots of love and best wishes to all of you <3
Same to you!!!!
Thank you 🙂
It sounds to me like you know exactly how lucky you are. Would that every child had such luck.
Thank-you so much for reading this post. It is one of my favorites. I am really so fortunate to have two of the most interesting and brilliant people as my parents.
You’re sending me into the evening (it’s 8 pm here) feeling warmed and wonderful.
Yay!!!!!! I am so glad!!!!!