My dad's hat

Ms_Ann

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It's really all I have left of him besides memories. He only wore it on special occasions.


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My dad had a range finder. All the settings were in Japanese. Maybe from the war. Who knows what happened to that.
 
I have a picture of my mom standing next to a man wearing a hat just like that.
 
I have a picture of my mom standing next to a man wearing a hat just like that.

He was a very sexual man but I think he was faithful. Wait...was your mom 4 feet tall and 4 feet wide? He dated a woman after mom died. He called her 4x4. :)
 
He was a very sexual man but I think he was faithful. Wait...was your mom 4 feet tall and 4 feet wide? He dated a woman after mom died. He called her 4x4. :)

I meant they were next to each other in line for the grand opening of the Food Giant in Ponca City.
Mom got 10 cans of Green Giant corn for $1 that day. I'll never forget it, mostly because I could see it in my shit the next day.
 
He was a thoroughbred.

I knew nothing about my aprents' people until I was in my 40s. Both parents died young. My old mans mother lived across town and I never met her. I never met his father. My maternal grandmother refused to talk about my mom's people, my mom believing she was a bastard; she wasn't. Her sister was the bastard.

But as it turned out my ignorance and humility helped me immensely when I recovered the truth. I think my genealogy is better than the Queens.
 
Denny

My dad used to make things of cement and plaster. All I have now is the two feet long cement deer that sits in front of our fireplace.
It was in front of the fireplace nearly 50 years ago at our other midwest home, for 30 years. It went with us to Florida to sit in front of the fireplace there for 23 years.
Now it's in front of our fireplace in the last small home we will own. Damned thing is heavy!

On top of the mantle is the heavy cast iron Bull Dog that dad used as a door stop. My dad and I fought most of my young life yet I miss my dad...... and family.
 
He taught me how to tie flies. How to load shotgun shells. Who gets that kind of education these days? :)
 
My dad taught me how to tie a one-handed bowline and make fire with flint and steel. Nobody learns that shit from their dad these days.:)
 
The only thing I learned from my old man was DO YOUR BEST and beak the other guys nose when he starts trouble. You really cannot kick ass with a BROKEN LEG.
 
I have a really, really old memory of him reading me stories from The Brothers Grimm book we had. I remember it was illustrated. It may have been only once. Those memories are becoming somewhat unreliable.
 
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