I have very fond memories of my dad. Very. Fond. Memories. So while we are celebrating fathers, I am paying homage to mine.
My dad died 14 years ago now so I hold on tight to those precious memories.
Today I want to share some of those fond memories with you, with the hope that you will continue to cherish your dad or the memories that he brought you.
Here comes the warning: some of my cherished memories may seem simple and mundane and some might even make you feel sad but still, those are the memories I have and I wouldn’t change a thing!
And the fun part: there is a giveaway of a soldering kit, a baby thermometer that dad can use with his kids, and a few other useful bits. If you are a female and reading this, sure you can enter the competition as long as you promise to give the gifts to a dad.
Early Childhood Memories I think of when celebrating fathers
I did not grow up with my dad in the same household, but he lived near enough so that we saw him almost every day. He would most certainly have a treat of one kind or another and would embrace us each in turn and give us the little treat.
My favorite part of the visit would be when I got a chance to sit on his knee and he would tickle me, tell me a riddle or a little story. The visits were not long but each time was special.
Sometimes he would bundle all 5 of us in his car and take us for a ride around the neighborhood. His car, if I can remember right was an Austin Cambridge. It was noisy and not as comfortable as cars these days, but we knew no better. We didn’t wear seat belts or have booster seats or any of that safety paraphernalia at all. We would each want to sit by a window (an impossibility, I know!).
We would put the window down low and have the air wafting through and we would have music on (as you do!). I can’t remember what the music was being played though but when I think of it, only one song comes back to memory and that is ‘Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa’. Oh, the memories!
Later Childhood memories of Dad
I don’t remember a time when I was sad due to not seeing my dad for ages. I wasn’t even sad when he was going because I had the assurance that he would make another visit pretty soon and that he would have some treat or toy for me.
I remember once though when I just really wanted to see my dad. I no doubt had seen him the day before but I was super excited because I had a bit of news I wanted to share with him. I was 11, well we were 11. (I am a twin) and we had taken the Common Entrance Examination and were successful and for the school of our first choice, (which meant that we had done really well.)
I just could not wait to tell my father. He had encouraged us always to keep studying and revising. He had paid for us to have extra lessons after school and during school holidays and he would leave work, take us to school, He even got us focussed on Time Tables and would shoot random time table questions at us and would beam broadly when we shot the right answer back at him. So I knew he would be super pleased with this result.
Well when my father turned up, I was so excited to see him! I didn’t know what to do with myself! I was pretending to be shy and was hiding from him. But I really just wanted him to scoop me up and cuddle me.
Well, he eventually caught up with me and gave me a tickly kiss on both my cheeks. His stubbly beard was itching but I was so happy. My dad, of course, was so pleased and he would tell anyone who would listen that his daughters had passed their Common Entrance Examination for St Jago High School. My dad was super proud and that made me so pleased.
Celebrating dads? Here’s why he’s my number one fan
Throughout my life, my dad was indeed, my number one fan. He cheered me on as much as he could all the way. My two sisters and I moved to live with my dad whilst I was going to secondary school.
He really treated us well and especially with regards to education, he really encouraged us to do our best in school. We lived quite a distance away from school and we had to commute by taxi, bus or train. My dad would get up really early, boiled water so we could have a warm bath and made us breakfast whilst we were in the bathroom.
My dad would leave work during his lunch break, go home, and make something we could have for dinner or at least start the dinner. He was that good. I was thinking one day how ‘good’ my dad really was to us and so I wanted to repay him for his kindness.
So one day, during the Summer holidays, whilst my dad was at work, I took all his work shirts and decided I would iron them for him. Well, it was the good old days when you had to put hot coals in the iron or you could put smaller irons on the hot coals to heat up. Well, the bigger iron was the one that I had to put the coals into so, of course, I thought I would use that one so that it would take me less time.
Well, to cut to the chase, a piece of fire coal dropped out of the iron and onto my dad’s pristine blue shirt! OMG! What would I do? I was beside myself with sadness. I cried so much and was traumatized by the whole thing. I was not looking forward to my dad coming home that evening as I was unsure how he would react in such a situation (my dad took very good care of his clothes!)
I didn’t need to worry so much! When with teary eyes I told my dad, he was so proud of me for attempting to surprise him with my ironing prowess! The relief! He gave me such a tender hug and forgave me for ruining his shirt.
Dad’s love continued
After secondary school finished and we were awaiting the exam results, my twin sister and I told our dad that we would like to get a summer job so we could earn some money. He neither encouraged nor discouraged us. He sort of left it up to decide. However, one day after coming home dejected after more disappointing news of ‘no job’, my father asked me what I would like to do as an adult. I told him I wanted to be a typist. That’s when my dad gave me the talk. Basically, he said I needed to do something that I had to train to become, something that required dedication and time to develop. I trusted my dad’s instincts since he is a very wise soul. Well, that Summer, we were not successful in getting any jobs but we were then focussed on preparing ourselves to become teachers, which, we did!
My dad had some pearls of wisdom which he had a habit of imparting and I will treasure the memories of those he left with me. Although I have decided to give up my teaching career, I am glad that I did follow my dad’s advice and trained to become a teacher.
I remember even the sober talk he gave me when I was leaving for college. It was rather touching and it certainly did help me to stay focused when things got challenging, in various ways at college.
Part of the ‘speech’ was about not forgetting my roots, and thankfully, I don’t think I have. My mom came quite a few times to visit me whilst in college, but my dad never came. His sight began to fail and he did not feel comfortable being out in public as a result. My dad never came to my graduation, nor to my wedding either but his support and words of wisdom were there and I was happy, although I would have preferred for him to be there.
Treasure your own dad when you think of celebrating fathers
If your dad is still alive, make the most of him now. Let him know that you love him. I know that for many people, it is difficult to say those three words: ‘I love you’.
However, by the things you do, and say, your love will be evident so do your best. I tried to do as much as I could for my father whilst he was alive. Whenever I had time off from college, I went to see him and even after I finished training and lived away from home, I would visit my dad at home, take him to his appointments, cook him his favorite meals and sit and just talk with him. I treasure those memories now.
I remember him saying, the best gifts he ever got was twin girls on December 22 in 1966. That melts my heart even now just thinking about it. My daughter was 4 when my dad died. They didn’t have much of a relationship primarily as there was a lot of physical distance between them. I do regret that but, you know what’ Que sera, whatever will be will be.
Reminiscing about celebrating fathers
Thank you for getting to the end of this monologue about my dad. I do love and miss him so much. Anyway, let’s lighten the mood with a giveaway. To be in with a chance of a prize you must be living in the UK, you must comment with which of the prizes you would like to win and a bit about your dad. Good luck. You do need to check back to see if you are indeed the winner. We will need your name and postal details to send the item/s out to you.
Oh, my dad was called Fitz Felix Creed. We were ever so proud of his name and I will always remember him doing a swoop and flash of his pen to get his signature done! May his soul rest in peace.
A bundle of gadgets and leads to keep the communication flowing between fathers and their children.
So this year, apart from selecting a beautiful greeting card, we hope you will also reflect and cherish the times you spent with your father.