Your mission, should you decide to accept it (cue the Mission: Impossible music) is:
1) Sunday, 19 June, is Father's Day. Let's celebrate by writing a blog post about your father, or another significant male ancestor (e.g., a grandfather).
2) What are three things about your father (or significant male ancestor) that you vividly remember about him?
3) Tell us all about it in your own blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a Facebook status or Google+ stream post.
|Father's Day 2013|
(1) My father loves cars. He raced cars, worked on cars, worked in garages. I remember him racing when I was growing up in the Los Angeles area and going to racetracks to watch races. He raced while we lived in Australia, in Florida when we returned to the U.S., and in Texas when he moved there. He has a large collection of trophies and memorabilia from his racing days (or better still have them, because I told him that if storage was an issue, I would take care of them). He told me one story about having broken an arm while racing when he was a teenager, and he tried to hide it from his mother (my grandmother). Several years later, he discovered she knew about it all along. Even now, when I go into a garage and smell the grease, it brings back happy memories. If I ever have a question about car models, I know he'll be able to answer it. He identified all the cars in the photos I took while I was in Cuba (well, except for the Russian "Moskva", which he had never seen before).
(2) My father was a great musician. I grew up listening to my father play guitar and sing. I learned the words to many songs, including "Sixteen Tons" and "Mairzy Doats", from listening to him when I was little. Later, when my siblings and I were a little older, he would try to skip a verse and I would usually be the one who pointed it out to him, which would earn me a comment about being a "smartass kid." He also used to play piano. He performed swing music with a band called the Court Jesters that competed on Ted Mack's Amateur Hour, coming in second to Gladys Knight. I say my dad was a great musician because he can't really play anymore due to arthritis.
(3) My father looks a lot like his father. This is kind of ironic, because the two did not often get along well. Whether that was because of the ways they were the same or the ways they differed, I don't know. But I have noticed each year how much he looks more and more like my grandfather.