tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post5597379323145047449..comments2024-03-27T13:22:58.455-07:00Comments on Eye on the Edge: My daddy's kneesDJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-85518529695991768772011-06-26T10:11:01.482-07:002011-06-26T10:11:01.482-07:00I love the picture, and the words you wrote about ...I love the picture, and the words you wrote about your father. Like you, I wish I could crawl back into those old photos and remember the details, hear the laughter, feel the hugs. I miss my Dad terribly, and some days the loss of him just sneaks up on me. Like you, I wish I knew what wisdom he would share with me now, and I hope to reconnect with his spirit someday, somehow. He came to me in a dream, never speaking, just silently telling me that life goes on, refusing to dwell on death or loss. I have tried to write about it but I just can't put the experience into words yet. Our fathers had much in common, especially their intelligence, their vocabularies and their long marriages and commitment to family, not to mention their weak hearts. Thanks for this wonderful tribute, and so much to think about.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-11753909024100227272011-06-25T10:22:59.225-07:002011-06-25T10:22:59.225-07:00My dad was a military officer, but he wanted my mo...My dad was a military officer, but he wanted my mother to be happy. After he retired, they moved to a second-floor condo with a view of the ocean. He had emphysema by that time. Climbing those stairs at the end of his post-military workday was the greatest gift of love he could give my mother.<br /><br />But he rarely said a word.Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-53850856484276206442011-06-23T16:55:31.303-07:002011-06-23T16:55:31.303-07:00What a wonderful post about your father! You too ...What a wonderful post about your father! You too have a way with words!gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00894920637532415315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-29514773158257891242011-06-23T16:28:02.353-07:002011-06-23T16:28:02.353-07:00Beautiful. We little girls do love our daddies.
...Beautiful. We little girls do love our daddies. <br /><br />I kept puzzling over the picture, unable to place what was different from the pictures I have of me and my father. Then, it clicks: Color! I have no color pictures of us in my toddler years and none in color, in fact, until I am pre-adolescent! But the picture here is wonderfully, naturally colored. And wonderful, period.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15166865250789996825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-23588461753427820142011-06-22T21:10:09.891-07:002011-06-22T21:10:09.891-07:00Precious memories of your Dad...I think if he were...Precious memories of your Dad...I think if he were here today, he would have tears in his eyes for how very proud he is of you and all your many accomplishments.Donna B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07015770616281528620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-85982317744471917432011-06-22T08:42:35.701-07:002011-06-22T08:42:35.701-07:00Wonderful tribute, DJan. He sounds like a terrific...Wonderful tribute, DJan. He sounds like a terrific father. I've been thinking of mine lately, too. I read somewhere where the frequencies of the earth are changing and bringing us back into our past for a time. It sure feels as though this is true for me. My father's birthday was June 9th and he would have been 82, unfortunately he died when he was only 58.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178290697351352495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-82828866928804110052011-06-22T08:25:16.306-07:002011-06-22T08:25:16.306-07:00Guess it's the Father's Day thing...I too ...Guess it's the Father's Day thing...I too have been thinking about my dad. Went out to prune some shrubs, and channeled Daddy's voice in how to do it. Daddy worked for Welch's Farm in Arkansas, and was trained as a pruner. After he came to California, he often pruned vines for others and taught their workers, too. I could hear him telling me to hold the loppers lower, higher, here, there. I still didn't do as good a job as he would have.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-21875935874345167292011-06-20T17:28:16.247-07:002011-06-20T17:28:16.247-07:00Those are some wonderful memories DJan. Your fathe...Those are some wonderful memories DJan. Your father sounds a lot like mine. My dad died at the age of 57 back in 1983, just three months after I moved to Alaska.SquirrelQueenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634513897599275287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-23040922850170190532011-06-20T11:47:50.568-07:002011-06-20T11:47:50.568-07:00Very true, each person has their own perspective a...Very true, each person has their own perspective and memories, oftentimes quite different than our own. Each is correct for that person, I suppose. I miss my father, yet still feel his presence often, perhaps that's why I just could not seem to write about him yesterday. He passed six years ago this week, right after his 84th birthday. You have nice memories of a good man. You asked, so be ready for that dream. :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-87102988264112769332011-06-19T21:44:12.242-07:002011-06-19T21:44:12.242-07:00It's great that you were able to bring back a ...It's great that you were able to bring back a sense of him even after all this time. And I'm struck by your comment that the children have very different memories of their grandfather. That's true of my dad as well... and I think a couple of my brothers didn't get quite the same attention the rest of us got, just because he and they couldn't figure out what to say to one another. Hm, now you've got me thinking....Nancy/BLissed-Out Grandmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17223278142557533175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-54058695179798703642011-06-19T21:32:28.730-07:002011-06-19T21:32:28.730-07:00Darn blogger still isn't fixed!!!
I love the ...Darn blogger still isn't fixed!!!<br /><br />I love the picture...what an adorable baby you were! You are fortunate to have such lovely memories and to be able to express them so well. I also find that when I write I feel connected to the past experience...a sense of loss, but also a comfort that those emotions and memories are still there.<br />JannAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-17074142300615174422011-06-19T19:06:19.218-07:002011-06-19T19:06:19.218-07:00You cover a lot of territory in this post.
I ...You cover a lot of territory in this post. <br /> I don't have a first memory of my DaD. He just sort of fades into my life.<br /> I don't think men are much different today when it comes to tears...many make fun of the situation. My daughter gets married next month and I know the tears will flow. I just read What's in Ted' head on the topic of male tears.<br /> My Dad would be 99 in Aug. We lost him in 2008. You've made me do some remembering today. Thanks.Redhttp://hiawathahouse.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-4663912786832085652011-06-19T18:50:38.717-07:002011-06-19T18:50:38.717-07:00DJan: You have channeled your father and let us k...DJan: You have channeled your father and let us know him. I remember comparing my hands to my father's hands. My father's hands were thin skinned. You could see the veins just below the surface. His palms were very wrinkly, dozens of lines. My hands are just like his. Fortune tellers love the lines on my palms. <br /><br />My father loved to hold my hand. His skin was papery and dry and I remember his touch. I hope my children remember mine as well.California Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12582691517303132274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-86789434005711323012011-06-19T17:57:18.174-07:002011-06-19T17:57:18.174-07:00Beautifully written. I wish I had fond memories of...Beautifully written. I wish I had fond memories of my father.Braggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01252719085678735035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-19739366659673858842011-06-19T14:55:02.662-07:002011-06-19T14:55:02.662-07:00What a beautiful tribute to your dad. He was four ...What a beautiful tribute to your dad. He was four years younger than my dad, who was born in 1913. I was lucky that my dad lived until 92 - he died in 2005. I still miss him. I will always miss him.Trishhttp://www.synchrosecrets.com/synchrosecretsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-55247548874425784802011-06-19T10:42:23.718-07:002011-06-19T10:42:23.718-07:00The way you describe your father makes him seem li...The way you describe your father makes him seem like a lovely man, somebody to be proud of, indeed.<br /><br />Perhaps he would tell you to continue taking your illusions with you from one situation to the next. It shows a great innocence on your part, a young heart which allows itself to remain hopeful in the face of much life throws at us.<br /><br />I like that. Cynicism is more my default attitude, not something I am proud of.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-51119335053893095812011-06-19T10:29:08.289-07:002011-06-19T10:29:08.289-07:00It is funny how you can go over memories with a si...It is funny how you can go over memories with a sibling or close friend and you remember things differently. Memory is subjective. (That's why people shouldn't rely on eye witness testimony--LOL!)<br /><br />This was truly beautiful!Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-9436745532205729582011-06-19T10:13:08.896-07:002011-06-19T10:13:08.896-07:00What a wonderful man your father was and how treas...What a wonderful man your father was and how treasured he was by his daughter. There is no bond quite like it. <br />I do hope you get that dream, I sometimes have talks with my dad that way.<br />Arkansas PattiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-49074207132055035102011-06-19T10:08:23.104-07:002011-06-19T10:08:23.104-07:00DJan, I am glad you have happy memories of your fa...DJan, I am glad you have happy memories of your father. I don't have very many of mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-65524546494312519412011-06-19T09:38:59.928-07:002011-06-19T09:38:59.928-07:00I loved this portrait of the man who was your fath...I loved this portrait of the man who was your father. Memory is such an elusive treasure. It is one we wish to capture and hold in our hands so we can see it better, but it remains in our mind where it sometimes is fuzzy and at other times is quite clear. I understand how you felt as you wrote this piece. Many times, I also wish I could get the feel of being in my father's presence. I think you were blessed to have been able to clarify so much about your father and you memories of him.Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-1786380336261163492011-06-19T09:06:38.449-07:002011-06-19T09:06:38.449-07:00Thanks for sharing about your dad. I love the pict...Thanks for sharing about your dad. I love the picture, reminds me of when my dad would have me stand on his shoes and he would dance around the room with me. Nice memories. Thanks for helping to bring that back to my mind on this special day.justme_alivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03912966969702106429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-66006594493090167852011-06-19T08:46:07.237-07:002011-06-19T08:46:07.237-07:00Tom and I have been without fathers now for so lon...Tom and I have been without fathers now for so long that we kind of forget about this recognition day. Your post got me to thinking about my father, not as the husband Ihave been reading about in my mother's journals, but as my dad.<br />I think he really enjoyed being a father to all seven of us. I know it hit him very hard when he lost one of us way too early, and his baby at that. <br />Your photo reminds me of riding on my dad's shins as he sang banbury Cross. He loved to sing.Linda Reederhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07665601809156707572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-10678387039288442882011-06-19T07:53:13.322-07:002011-06-19T07:53:13.322-07:00My parents were great readers as well and in that ...My parents were great readers as well and in that way self educated. I remember many conversations over the dinner table and beyond discussing all manner of current events. Rich kind of family life for us future writers.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197597102880101691.post-35555608759921708312011-06-19T07:19:25.252-07:002011-06-19T07:19:25.252-07:00What beautiful memories you have!What beautiful memories you have!Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.com