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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Two Hundred and Fifty Sixth Question

Happy Belated Father's Day!

What kind of person is your father?
What experiences helped shape his life?
Please describe him.


  • At 9:50 AM, Blogger Pixie said…

    My father was excellent growing up...he supported us and taught us how to be strong. He was a hard worker and a very successful man. In 2002, he had major heart surgery and something snapped. He now displays bipolar tendicies and refuses to talk to me. I have seen him in over 3 years and haven't talked to him in 2. He won't accept my phone calls. It's sad, but it's a choice that he is making.

  • At 11:00 AM, Blogger Elizabeth Taylor said…

    That picture you posted was my father in 1967...he was an unwilling recruit for that war, though. He is a native Californian (he grew up in SoCal when a huge percentage of it was still covered in citrus groves and he used to steal grapes every now and then from a neighbor's vineyard!) When the draft was on, he wasn't in college and he heard the state that was being drafted the least was Vermont. He packs his stuff and he hitch-hikes to Vermont, stopping in DC along the way to join huge protest drafted anyway. I would say the largest shaper of his life has been that war. He had a lot to straighten out when he returned, and I think he has for the most part...he is fascinating, super-smart, a big goofball (I blame him for my stupid sense of humor.) And he and my mom will be here next week and I am so looking forward to our long-overdue political discussions and complementary bad jokes...

  • At 12:29 PM, Blogger Mind Sprite said…

    My biological father was wonderful growing up, very supportive and fun. He really instilled in me the feeling that I could be and do anything I wanted.

    However, when I became an adult, he completely changed. He was maniuplative and controlling and a total asshole. And that was before I found out he was a closet cross-dresser and a pathological liar. He's destroyed his relationship with all of his kids and none of us have contact with him. He just can't handle us when we have minds of our own and don't worship daddy anymore.

    My stepfather is a great influence in my life and a never ending source of support and love. So belated Happy Father's Day, Pops!

  • At 6:10 PM, Blogger Anne-Marie said…

    He was humble, kind, and generous, and always considered himself lucky because he was in WW2 and only one of 5 of his platoon to survive. He lived his life with that gratitude at the back of his mind always and took the attitude with him through 4 cancers, the last of which caused him his life.

    I still miss him.

  • At 7:49 PM, Blogger ian gordon said…

    My father was a prisoner of war, in the ONLY war that was justified.

    Details on my blog if you're interested.

  • At 9:44 PM, Blogger Mr. Incredulous said…

    My father, too, has changed... Then again, so have I, but that's another story.
    My dad is a very intelligent, reflective man. He taught high school for 27 years and toward the end bemoaned how society has changed, etc... After retirement, my parents moved to Florida, where they lost their home to Hurricane Charlie, then to NC. My dad has become much too much like my mother. Very close-minded, judgmental and divisive. I haven't had a quality relationship with either of my parents in about 3 years now.
    It's sad to read all these stories of how families have split apart. Readers, I too feel your pain.

  • At 2:31 AM, Blogger Brown Shoes said…

    My dad was charismatic, volatile,
    and funny as hell.
    Southern born, military-schooled from a young age, he was a WWII veteran and later an agent for the D&RG Railroad.
    He loved to fish, and to hunt down 'greasy spoons' so we could "eat with the locals and the cops".
    He died very suddenly, in 1975...
    I have missed him far longer than I knew him.


  • At 6:08 AM, Blogger Coal Miner's Daughter said…

    Wow. My dad changed too but the other way round. He was never there when I was a kid and I was never really sure if he liked me let alone loved me. Then my sister died and he had a heart attack and I think he did a little sorting. After that, well he basically became amazing and I don't mind saying I am a daddy's girl now and for forever. -Jn

  • At 3:48 PM, Blogger afuntanilla said…

    unfortunately, i do not know my dad. all i know is his first and last name. I do have a picture of him and i(when i was an infant) but i believe soon after that, he was gone. left. i wish i could find him. sometimes. sometimes, not.


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