{"id":1167,"date":"2013-07-05T04:04:09","date_gmt":"2013-07-05T04:04:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=1167"},"modified":"2013-07-05T14:44:30","modified_gmt":"2013-07-05T14:44:30","slug":"happy-birthday-daddy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=1167","title":{"rendered":"Happy Birthday Daddy"},"content":{"rendered":"

Some people are blessed with a good father and I was one of them.\u00a0 Okay, I didn’t always appreciate him when I was growing up, but in hindsight he did a pretty amazing job of instilling a good work ethic, morals and a love of God and country in all his children.<\/p>\n

\"Pentecost<\/a><\/p>\n

My dad was pretty handsome.. He had brown hair and blue eyes that just got bluer the older he\u00a0became.\u00a0 He would only have to look at me sternly with those eyes\u00a0to make me behave.\u00a0 I would be crushed if he said anything to me unkindly which wasn’t often.\u00a0 I have a grandson who reminds me so much of my dad.\u00a0 He has his ears and his eyes.\u00a0 Hope he grows up to be like him.<\/p>\n

\"Pentecost<\/a><\/p>\n

My dad was the youngest in a family of girls.\u00a0 He had an older brother who died from tetanus so being the only boy left\u00a0and having older sisters made daddy a spoiled little boy. By the way, that tall man is my Uncle Russell who was married to my Aunt Mid. Aunt Ruth is on the left and Aunt Clara is on the right.\u00a0 My grandparents are sitting.\u00a0 Why didn’t people smile in photos back then? \u00a0They all look like they are being punished.<\/p>\n

Daddy grew up in the roaring twenties, was married at the age of eighteen in the midst of the depression and was a farmer all his life.\u00a0 He had a side job working in a factory, but farming was his life.\u00a0 I loved following Daddy around on the farm although I didn’t get to often because he didn’t want me around the machinery.\u00a0 I helped him pluck chickens, haul hay, and work in the garden. I loved riding on the\u00a0tractor with him.\u00a0\u00a0 He taught me about animals and how to care for them(somewhere I missed learning about the chickens.)\u00a0 He worked all the time and was only in the house for meals most days.\u00a0 When he would take a few minutes to play basketball with my brothers in the haymow or to\u00a0make caramel corn or sit at the piano and play the one song he could play because he never had lessons, it was always fun.\u00a0 Don’t think Daddies aren’t important to their kids because they are.\u00a0 We were watching him and learning just like kids do and he taught us kids a lot.\u00a0 The most important thing he taught us was that he loved our mother and she came first.\u00a0 When he would grab her and kiss her we would act embarrassed, but really we loved seeing him do it.<\/p>\n

\"Pentecost<\/a><\/p>\n

Daddy played basketball in high school.\u00a0 Wish this were in color so I could see the school colors.<\/p>\n

\"Pentecost<\/a><\/p>\n

This is Daddy with my Aunt Ruth.\u00a0 I love this picture.\u00a0 Aunt Ruth really does look elegant.\u00a0 I always thought she was a good dresser and she always smelled good.\u00a0 I don’t know what perfume she used, but I liked it.\u00a0 She was a gentle soul and so was my daddy.\u00a0 I very rarely saw either of them angry.\u00a0 I only got one spanking I can remember from my daddy because I had sassed my mother.\u00a0 You treated Mother with respect around Daddy. Or anytime for that matter.<\/p>\n

\"Pentecost<\/a><\/p>\n

I love this picture just because everyone is wearing hats\u00a0 This is Daddy and Mom with my oldest brother and sister.\u00a0 I’m not sure where this picture was taken.\u00a0 Mom always dressed herself and \u00a0us kids well even when there wasn’t much money.<\/p>\n

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\"Pentecost<\/a><\/p>\n

Mom and Daddy lived over fifty years together.\u00a0 They loved each other and I am sure they are together in Heaven now.\u00a0 I remember that purse Mom is holding.\u00a0 It was tapestry.\u00a0 She always got a new purse at Christmas.\u00a0\u00a0 They make a nice looking couple. Gosh, Mom looks like my sister Joanne in this picture. Forgive me I am\u00a0getting a little teary eyed, but I still miss them.\u00a0 Mom and I use to lock horns occasionally but now I know it’s because I was so much like her.\u00a0 Stubborn and wanting to do things my way. I am more like her than I ever thought I would be.\u00a0 You know, you say,” I won’t be like my mother,” and you turn into your mother?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I hope I am like my daddy in many ways also because he was a good, godly man.<\/p>\n

Anyway, it’s Daddy’s birthday.\u00a0 He would have been ninety-eight this year.\u00a0 Happy Birthday, Daddy.\u00a0 I love you. See you soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Some people are blessed with a good father and I was one of them.\u00a0 Okay, I didn’t always appreciate him when I was growing up, but in hindsight he did a pretty amazing job of instilling a good work ethic, morals and a love of God and country in all his children. My dad was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,11,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1167","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family-memories","category-fun-times","category-home-and-family"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1167"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1209,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions\/1209"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}