Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Happy Father's Day

Another Father's Day.
 
They certainly mean more after becoming a father. Watching the younger fathers interact with the grandkids adds yet another dimension to the celebration.
 
I first posted a Father's Day feeling back in 2010.
 
Here's a bit of what I posted then:
I miss him.

A feeling that still surprises me because there was a period in my life which I remember well that I didn't think I would ever miss him. I was wrong.

good catch

 
 
Happy Father's Day to the dads, stepdads, single parents, and everyone who guides, educates, coaches, mentors, etc. the young people today who will be our future tomorrow.
 
Over the years, I come to realize that families are not as simple as those 1950's TV sitcoms. I believe it does take village of support to raise good citizens.
 
Enjoy and reflect on this song:
 

 

Saturday, June 17, 2017

father thoughts 2

I first posted this in 2013. I'm being a bit lazy and will reuse it this year. My thoughts are still the same and my blog is a fine place to store a few memories.
 
Father's Day really does change when you become an adult orphan. Not as big a change as becoming a father yourself. Each year it feels a little different. No gift to buy just thoughts of past times, good and bad.

The passing of years since they left becomes very evident when I need to do a bit of arithmetic to recall the number of years (my calculations, dad passed 32 yrs ago, mom passed 27 yrs ago.)

More reason to appreciate having sisters and a brother to share growing-up memories. We each bring a different perspective to memory recollection.



a fish catching smile


The Mother and Father Days are all about relationships. One of my favorite relationship songs is "Landslide". I heard Stevie Nicks once tell the audience that her father thought she had written it for him. I found Stevie's words about the song at this site: 

"The story of Landslide... everybody seems to think that I wrote this song about them. Everybody in my family, all my friends, everybody... and my Dad, my Dad did have something to do with it, but he absolutely thinks that he was the whole complete reason it was ever written...."


 

Thursday, July 03, 2014

shooting fragments on the fourth

Since the 4th of July is tomorrow I suspect many will be out grilling, swimming, parading, and/or watching the shows in the sky here in the US and not blog reading.  I do realize and very much appreciate the international followers coming to A Few Clowns Short.  For the non-US readers I guess the 4th of July is just a day between the 3rd and the 5th.

I thought about skipping the Friday Fragment fun offered by Mrs. 4444's blog this week.  Then I noticed she posted it early with a special thank-you to the FF players.  

Well I have a couple old photos I was going share soon so why not make it my FF post.  I was digging through an old box of stuff.  I just used the camera on the i-pad to take a photo of the photo.


Wow nice gun for just $300

A sign of training discipline - not allowing your eyes to wander back to the beauties behind you.


My dad is loading the bazooka on the right

My dad spent a good deal of time in Canada training Canadian soldiers.  He was also in Alaska for awhile.  I do remember him telling me that they could knock down a tree with a direct hit.

Have a great 4th

I tried a great beer recommended by friends recently - Samuel Smith’s Nut Brown Ale. On the label there is a picture of them rousing the brew during fermentation. They wrote, “...redistribute the flocculent Old Brewery yeast strain.”

I had to look up "flocculent". I sounded like flatulent to me. Do you know the word? It means having a loosely clumped texture. Sour milk becomes flocculent. And of course you should write some flocculent fragments for you FF post.





Half-Past Kissin' Time

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

father thoughts

Father's Day really does change when you become an adult orphan. Not as big a change as becoming a father yourself. Each year it feels a little different. No gift to buy just thoughts of past times, good and bad.

The passing of years since they left becomes very evident when I need to do a bit of arithmetic to recall the number of years (my calculations, dad passed 28 yrs ago, mom passed 23 yrs ago.)

More reason to appreciate having sisters and a brother to share growing-up memories. We each bring a different perspective to memory recollection.



a fish catching smile


The Mother and Father Days are all about relationships. One of my favorite relationship songs is "Landslide". I heard Stevie Nicks once tell the audience that her father thought she had written it for him. I found Stevie's words about the song at this site: 

"The story of Landslide... everybody seems to think that I wrote this song about them. Everybody in my family, all my friends, everybody... and my Dad, my Dad did have something to do with it, but he absolutely thinks that he was the whole complete reason it was ever written...."


 

Saturday, June 16, 2012

it's really cool

It's really cool to be a dad.

"...we teach our dad things and our dads teach us things..." - Such insight from a first grader.



Happy Father's Day

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

show me the money

Remember the movie “Jerry Maguire”?

This post is not about the movie but about money.

I might have done this post yesterday but I got circled and then I circled others and --- I need to post about google+ soon.

But the flow of money is like a circle.

Oh before I get too far, I need to give you a little background. My career was in engineering not economics. Now that you know I’m not an economist or banker, maybe you’ll read on. Oh, I’m not a lawyer either so maybe that’s a plus too.

It’s sorta sad that many professions get such a bad name. But once in awhile a banker gets caught robbing the bank or a lawyer breaks the law. Those stories destroy our trust.

Money is all about trust.

If you don’t think it’s about trust, go read up on “a run on the bank” which often happened before the FDIC was created in 1933. If you don’t like to read, watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” in which a bank run plays a big part in the plot.

I had a lucky introduction to money as a kid. My father had brought me a raffle ticket that won. Not that this thought ever crossed my mind at the time, but I could trust him to pay me the winnings. I would have never known that I won.

My dad enjoyed coming home with the news and handing me $200 in cash. I thought I was a millionaire. I stashed it away in my bedroom drawer. For many days, the first thing I would do after school was count out the money on my bed (maybe that a first sign of OCD?).

After awhile the money counting wore off and I bought a stereo.

Mrs. 4444 was please to let me use the following picture that shows her mom getting a gift of money for a trip. It reminds me of my raffle winning.

showing you the money - taken by Mrs. 4444



Cash - Today we don’t even use it as much. Any of you still get your pay in cash? Most of our money is just shown as numbers in an account. Money transactions are numbers moving between accounts. If you need an example, let me know and I will have you deposit some money in my paypal account.

I don’t own a smartphone but I keep hearing about the new technology to allow them to be used as cash. I think it is a dumb idea until these smartphones become tamper proof, but that’s just my opinion.

So take a $20 bill and look at it (hopefully you can get your hands on one).

What makes it different than a $1, $5 or $100? They are printed differently is all. Ok, $100 bill has the most security features because it is the mostly traded one internationally. My point is we collectively trust that this printed piece of quality paper is worth what is written on it. Not much different than a check you could write and send me.

The difference between your $20 check or a $20 bill (I’ll accept either) is who is backing or who is being trusted for its value.

Ok so now we have this currency that we agree to trust. How much will it be worth next week, next year? Now you need to start thinking about inflation, cost of living, interest rates, future value formula, and possibly other things (who is this lisleman I just sent money too?).

Have you traveled to another country? International experiences really open your eyes and minds. Have you exchanged dollars for pounds, euros, loonies or colones? Why does the exchange rate change? - international trust between banks and traders.

For now I’ll just end this with a few of lessons I’ve learned regarding money.

  • You don’t really know what an item is worth until it is sold.
  • You don’t really save money by buying something for a discounted price. You actually only spend less. Saving is holding on and keeping money.
  • You do get what you pay for. Often it may take months to find out what you really got, other times you might find out after the first bite.
  • A constant imbalance of more people taking your money than adding to your money exists throughout your life. Life and money are tricky.



Did you find this post interesting? I hope you didn’t expect me to tell you how to make money. I’m very skeptical of get-rich schemes. Most all of them are just trying to get rich by selling you on some program or book. Let me know what you think of the idea of posting about the stock market.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

father's day remembrance


(the clown is taking off his virtual funny nose for this post - if you are a newcomer this is not my typical post)

I'm having a difficult time deciding how to write a feeling.

Yesterday, I was going through old stuff which included pictures. By the time I went to bed an emotion inside me was telling to write about my dad. I didn't even sleep very well because you see this subject stirs a mixture of emotions. At one point I came very close to just writing it at 3 in the morning but I'm glad thought it over more.

I miss him.

A feeling that still surprises me because there was a period in my life which I remember well that I didn't think I would ever miss him. I was wrong.

I'm not going to go into the background because for one reason it would be the background revealed from my eyes. I just wish he could have been more open about his feelings and shared the background of his life before I showed up. I wanted to understand him better.  He left the world and I still look for some answers from him.

Please don't get the impression that he didn't do great and wonderful things for us. He did and I am grateful for the many fun and exciting times he shared with me and the family.

This is a favorite picture of mine since I found it a pile of old slides. What I see in this picture triggers a flood of memories. That pencil stuck in the side of his hat, the backyard location, that happy look on my face, all give me some time travel.



Thanks Dad!
(thanks Mom for taking this great shot)

Also, Eric Clapton's  "My Father's Eyes" expresses this so well that it brings me tears.  Take a listen:


(oh, I even thought of turning off the comments on this post because I certainly am not looking for any sympathy. But this is a blog and sharing comments enriches it so comments are welcomed.)

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