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Discussion in 'Fred's Barcalounge' started by Setzerhotrod, Mar 17, 2019.
Being goofy is one of life's great joys of being a dad....and something I am very good at
I should add that this is what my dad used to say when he was in the nursing home. It's stuck with me ever since. He passed in his 95th year.
"Don't ever start a fight, but if someone else starts it, make sure you finish it."
One night when I was a "college man" and really full of myself, I got to picking on my dad waaaay too much. He looked me straight in the face and calmly said, "Any time you're ready, we step out back. You're bigger than me, and you may win, but you'll know you were in a fight." I was smart enough, and respectful enough to hold my seat and apologize. My dad may not have realized it, but he was always my hero, and I still miss him. He passed in 1997, at the age of 68.
"never burn down a cathedral to fry an egg."
"Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning."
In reference to someone doing something the hard way....
”Ya, well, some people pull the piano to the bench”
I knew sailor once. He told me that saying had nothing to do with sunsets or sunrises... but it was improper to say "red lights at night..." [emoji4]
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My father has been gone for over twenty years now, but I remember that almost every time I said I don't know how to do that he would just say, you will never learn any younger. I still miss him a lot.
Lost my dad about 50 years ago, he did not really have any dadisms I remember, but my mom did. Her best, she would tell me, “well, if ya gotta be an ass, better a smart ass than a dump ass”
My Grandad was the one with the wise words...
"Never trust anyone with a beard."
"Never trust anyone who wears a dickie bow in daylight."
"Next time you shave, stand closer to the razor."
"Don't cultivate on your face, what grows rampant on your arse."
He was ahead of his time. He encouraged my Mum to get an education and career at a time when women left school, got married and had kids. He was a tool maker and had a female apprentice back in the late '70s. He also had a great sense of humour.
He had four grandkids. My cousins - one a chef, one a store manager - me and my sister - I was a chemist and my sister was in the Royal Navy.
"Three lads, and it's the girl who has a man's job."
"Hello sailor. Come and give your Grandad a kiss."
You want to man up and try again? Or you just going to lie there and bleed? ~ this after I popped the clutch on my new dirt bike, wheelies out the driveway and crashed into the ditch across the street.
To my brother:
"I may be a BF but I'm not having you tell me."
and to me after dinner when he and I were the only ones left at the table, he put his newspaper down and said:
"If that girlfriend of yours becomes pregnant then there's no room for you in this house".
I thought, that's a sound piece of advice dad, but if she does then you'll be at least half to blame for omitting to mention anything about the birds and bees as I entered puberty.
It came so out of the blue from stage left that I just sat there with my mouth open. Wisely I declined to respond.
If it don't get done today it'll get done tomorrow.
You done good boy!
Fathers! pronounced faathers.
I once (for about a week period) reflected on my dad’s character and wrote a list of all (ok, not all) of the things said and inspired by him that became my isms because of his character. It turned out to be quite a list which would be a bit lengthy here. I suppose once my kids came if age it was a little easier to open the valve, and out they came.
When my youngest was having a hard time coming to grips with the inequality of the world, out popped:
“Sad indeed to see a man dealt a bad hand, but sadder still the man dealt a good hand who plays it poorly”
Though my dad never said this, his character did, so I’ll ascribe it to him.
Sex / couples discussions not allowed in the forums . . . thanks Dad.
One of the most important lessons my dad taught all his kids when they could be trusted with a glass tumbler:
"Ice cubes (not crushed) up to but not over the rim. Then two fingers of bourbon."
Then he'd glance down at our little hands.
"Make that four fingers."
I once poured my dad a drink with a shot glass.
He asked me if there was something wrong with my eyes.
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My Dad chatting to my Mum, "how come some of the kids are tall and good looking like me and the rest are err! Like you?"
Mum : " it's all to do with Genes"
Dad : "well! They shouldn't wear them so tight"