My dad was born in 1918. I am sure that much of today’s news and technology would be beyond him. He died in the early 1980’s. Recently, I got a chance to re-remember my dad. My grandkids asked. Tell me a story about your dad.
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As the oldest of two girls, my dad told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be I just had to choose and go for it. I was born in 1946. Not a lot of women my age got such an affirming message of possibilities from their fathers. My dad gave us another message. My dad was a DIY’er before the term was invented. I was in high school when I saw my first ‘repair man’ in a Sears uniform. I had no idea that people, dads, didn’t just fix the things that needed fixing.
Maybe you remember the beginning of “exercise equipment” some time in the sixties or seventies. My dad was on it in terms of this craze. He invited my mom, my sister and I to the basement to preview his ‘invention.’ He had taken an old motor off of a sewing machine and hooked it up to a belt that went around his waist. This contraption was on a platform that was supposed to secure the subject and “move him or her” to weight loss through jiggling.
What happened was that the platform with my dad strapped on it started to wildly lurch around the basement floor. This was way beyond ‘jiggling’ and approaching lift off. I remember my dad looking kind of scared. I also remember my mom calmly pulling the plug on this ‘invention’ and saying, “I think maybe this needs a bit more thought.”
What I told my grandkids was that my dad kept trying things and that some of them were really funny. I acted out the exercise experiment to much laughter. But I also told them that trying was a good thing and that having a dad that told you you could be whatever you wanted to be was the most important thing ever.
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