Father’s Day Tribute — 27 Comments

  1. A fine tribute…and great series o’ photos. Our best to the Dads in yer family today…may they live up to their Ancestors and may their children appreciate them – and the Women who were responsible for building & raising their Family!

    • Well said, mate. We owe so much to our ancestors, yet, we are so wrapped up in today, that yesterday often doesn’t hold much value. That is something I would like to change . . . and I believe I started that after we finished eating. We sat around telling stories for hours, and for the first time in several years, my youngest was actually engaged with us. I’d call that a very good day, indeed.

      • That young lad should have a closer look at his PawPaw’s photo…the facial resemblance is very strong!

  2. Thank you for writing that beautiful tribute to your father for Father’s Day. I read every word and appreciated the wonderful way you crafted the story. Your children are lucky, indeed, to have a mother who is working to preserve their history. You make me want to do a better job for my son.

    • You are most welcome, Caroline. I pulled out all these pics of my daddy after we cleared the crawfish mess from the big table. I did it mainly for my 18 year old son who was an infant when Daddy passed away. He needs that grounding of connection to family, so every chance I can get now, I am trying to connect him to his family. He might not appreciate it now, but one day he will–just as his mother is doing now. So, use lots of photos with your son, and stories, lots of stories!!!

  3. Great tribute to your Dad! My parents grew up in the depression era also. I heard mostly stories about eating nothing but beans and rice, and how everyone walking to school with no shoes was the norm.

  4. I come from a long long line of worker bee type men. My great grandfather was a a bookkeeper for Sherman. Yes that one not the one adopted by Mr Peabody. My grandfather worked in county government etc as well as surveying for the Feds. My father was deep into school boards , elevator boards, coroner’s juries and the like. We were taught early on to do what needs to be done and not gloat or brag about it. If you needed something done these were guys to see. Hayrope splicing to lumberjacking to teacher disputes and beyond.

    While avoiding their footsteps I also try very hard not leave a blemish that will be noticed where they are. Sure I’ll let you hang for a bit but I’ll get you down before I have to bury you.

    Ok carry on nothing here to see…..

  5. Here’s an amazement. My dad was an industrial engineer for the Maytag Company. He never went any farther than high school, but he was smart, and diligent, and worked his way up. I appreciate him far more now than when he was alive, partly because he died in 1980, and in some ways I still was too young to really understand his life or decisions.

    But, I don’t have any real regrets. I just know that we’d have a fine time if he still was around. For one thing, he loved to hunt, pheasant especially, and fish, and loved being out in the country. I had no time for that back in the day, but now I do.

    Let’s not have any of that “last rays of life” talk, though. Good grief, woman. I’m thirteen years older than you are, and if you’re coming to the end, I’d better get on Amazon right now and pick out a casket. (Can you buy a casket from Amazon? Let’s see… YES!!! Here they are! I’m laughing so hard the cat thinks I’ve gone crazy!

    • Oh my goodness, caskets on Amazon. Now, I’ve seen it all. Well, I could say I’m living the last quarter of my life. is that better? LOL!!!! Our dads were both industrial engineers. I bet your dad was handy, because my dad certainly was. He could just about anything that needed doing around the house and a vehicle, too!

  6. I’m having a hard time writing this comment today. Hubby and I picked Daddy up from the nursing home and brought him out for supper. You wouldn’t believe how much fried fish the man can eat! We brought him to Copeland’s and started out with their famous Artichoke and Spinach (that’s how it is on the menu) dip with Fried Bowtie Pasta. He told us he could eat a 5 gal. bucket of it.
    Growing up, I was Daddy’s helper. He taught me to fish, carpentry skills, painting, etc. I cherish the memories and the skills he taught me.
    Neither of my parents talked much about growing up. I know they both had it hard growing up. Daddy tells us things now, unfortunately we don’t know what’s true and what’s not. He comes up with some wild stories. BTW, he’ll be 93 in Aug., he’s healthy, but suffers with that cruel disease.

    • My guess was that you were also a daddy’s girl! I failed to mention what a great carpenter my dad was. After retirement, he built a shop, bought the wood-working equipment he dreamed of and started making beautiful things, like a wooden art-form called intarsia. If your dad has a little dementia, it’s usually the old stuff they DO remember, and not the more recent stuff. I know it was hard for you to comment, but it’s so wonderful that your dad is still with you and able to go out to eat and behave himself! i’m glad y’all got to spend Father’s Day together.

      • Whoa. have we talked intarsia? blu has a nice wildlife collection from guy from my old stomping grounds. Uses a lot of scrap woods from sawmills from Illinois to webster city, florida as I remember. 4.30 am who cares about caps or sentence structure now.

        blu is a scooter guy now. honda not hover round yet anyway.

        Any Shakespeare Fests in lower La. ????

        • No, we haven’t talked intarsia. Daddy was most a purest, using one type of wood upon which the renaissance art from was based. he did beautiful work, and i wish I had all his pieces hanging in my house, because he died before i could get enough of his work of my own . . . sad to say . . . but he was so good at it and didn’t pass the art from on to any of us. There is a renaissance festival in independence, lA every year. At least one. is that what you’re asking?

  7. Ah, Bayou Woman,


    I remember Uncle Bill’s gas grill. He cooked dove for us(or was it squirrel?),that he bagged recently. Why was he bragging so much over a BBQ pit? Now I know.

    When we were visiting one year I was jealous of the flowers y’all were wearing. Why didn’t we have one, too? Now I know.

    You’ve passed along so much of your Mom and Dad’s virtues, morals, and integrity already, as seen every day in all of them.

    I,too, wonder what my son is listening to when I relate stories of my family. I don’t think he’s interested. But some little thing permeates his brain and soul. He’s Papa’s grandson after all. So much like him.

    Thanks for the pictures of Uncle Bill and loving memories. No need to edit you text. All was perfect.

    • Funny thing was, he would be quick to tell you it wasn’t a BBQ pit!!! That idea was hard to fathom initially, but he cooked on that thing several times a week for us . . . even bacon and eggs so we could enjoy breakfast outside. Gosh, I miss that man . . . .

  8. Dang I had a beautiful yellow-meated watermelon and decided to make a try at watermelon rind pickles. The pickling syrup was awesome. But I either brined too long or cooked too long. I brined overnight or about 12 hours which I am guessing is about double what they should have been. And the recipe I tried again totally awesome syrup, pare-boiled the rinds, and then cooked ’em again with the syrup till clear before hot canning.

    Anyone do watermelon pickles?

    With the weather lately so predictable, its easy to plan projects like pickles! The gardens are about to bust open with veggies!!!!

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