Fathers Day............What are your memories of Dad?

................................What are your memories of Dad

My most vivid memory of my Dad was when we were staying with friends in Weston Super Mare many many years ago.My Dad took me for a walk along the seafront and perchance there happened to be a pub.We entered the pub and Dad sat me in a corner out of site(kids not allowed inin those days ) with a packet of crisps and a glass of cyder(cider ).I cherished being in the pub at the age of four with my dad.I kept quiet whilst Dad was at the bar having a chat.Having found the blue packet in the crisps I was happy to sit on my own enjoying myself.Some while later the landlord of the pub came around the corner ans somewhat shocked,asked me what I was doing there.I explained that I was waiting for Dad only to be told that the pub was closed and there was nobody left.However ,only being four,I had a rough idea were I had come from and the landlord took me back to where we were staying.

Mum was outraged,Dad wasn't home,or was he? Oh yes he was,snoring like a good un

in bed,blissfully unaware that he had forgottento bring me back.That was until Mum woke him up.

I will leave the rest to your imagination!



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sounds very familiar that does, Lansil sports and social every Saturday night, mum and dad dancing the night away while I sat on Lancaster canal fishing with a bottle of Woodpecker or Gamers Olde English, good times :D hic

Hi dickydoo.My mum and dad never went out dancing together.Mum was teetotal and methodist.

Each time I think of my dad I see him in the garden tending his vegetables with a robin or two for company. He also had 2 allotments and kept about 100 chickens. He also worked full time in a factory. All this after being brain damaged by a hit and run while cycling 7 miles to work. He always had a deep sense of duty and doing your best. He didn't care what job you did - if you were a road sweeper, you had to be the best road sweeper you could be. He had little time for our neighbour who spent more time leaning on his broom than actually sweeping! He also loved babies and after a day at work, cycling back and long evening gardening, he would happily cuddle and rock a baby off to sleep. I thought all men were as dedicated to their families. Now I realise what a unique man he was.he worked hard to bring up his 8 children - no handouts - no demands for a huge house. We were all brought up in a small 3 bedroomed, terraced house. When he grew older he loved the very old black and white cowboy films which he watched on his colour telly. My youngest child was just 1 when he died of leukemia. I still miss him and feel glad that each of my 3 kids felt his strong arms pick them up and gently cuddle them to sleep. Happy father's day to all you lovely men out there. :-) :-) :-) Alison

He was a remarkable man Alison.Like me ydad he did so much that dads wouldn't dream of doing nowadays

I am transported back to age seven; on a trampoline in my shorts and top and one of those elasticated belts with the 'S' clip fastening. Dad trying to teach me how to do somersaults on the trampoline by holding my belt and flicking me over. It worked a treat the first two times but on the third the belt stretched and I smacked my nose on my knees. Ouch. Tears. My father stomped off in disgust that I had cried. Well, he was in the RAF where men were men - he kinda forgot I was a girl. :)

Never been the same since that smack on the nose scrobbity

Still wonky to this day :) The nose.

My abiding memories of my lovely dad are those times when we went for a walk - usually on Sunday mornings. We would walk into town, or head out towards the fields, or tramp through the woods. It didn't really matter where we went as he always made it magical. He is missed still.

Walking through the country lanes was always a fantastic moment for me.

I recognise the garden scenario, dad digging trenches to put all of the papers and veg peelings to bio degrade. The robin perched on the fork handle looking out for worms.

Me and sisters so hungry and eating all the raw veg . . peas, runner beans, broad beans, carrots etc.

Also disappearing to the pub every Saturday night with me sitting in the garden with a fizzy drink.

But I was the youngest of four and don't remember any hugs or kisses so guess that is possibly the one that stands out in my mind the most. Bless him and his Victorian ways,

Children should be seen and not heard!

xxx Ros xxx

Sounds like a lot of dads I saw at the Sat night pub sessions.But there was always only one dad Ros

I am 62 and lost my father when I was 16. My father was loving kind hearted yet very strict. Brought my brother and sister and myself up in a manner that he knew he would be proud of us.One of the funny ones is he used to ride a bike with the basket on the front and we always met him at the gate, this day we all waited at the gate as usual , when he arrived he had a present for us and inside the basket were two white pet rabbits. I can remember mine was called snowy.

I still miss him and my mum of course to this day. I have got such great memories of them and still love them to bits. Happy fathers day Dad. Until we meet again. XXXXX


Lovely sentiments Graeme.

I loved going to the allotments with my dad every Saturday and Sunday even in the Winter it was great if it got too cold for me I could get into the old pigstyes, they were always lovely and warm. I also used to go fishing with him and my brother, because I was a girl I did not have a rod but I used to sit and pass them the maggots. He died many years ago with Emphysema. I have good memories of him.

polly xx

Hi polly.Do you remember cuddling the pigs?

Although I was always closer to my mum than my Dad I thought my Dad could put everything right.After all that was what Dads did.My eldest son then 16 was in intensive care following an accident and my husband and I had been told that it was unlikely that he would last the night and I wanted my Dad because I thought that he could put it right.

Dad was living in Malta but came home as soon as he could.My son did survive that night but had problems after and died some years later.


How sad,I think we all thought Dad could do anything Gail

My father died twenty six years ago, but I recall many memories. Growing vegetables,fruit and flowers when I was very young, he was a footballer,ballroom dancer and always did the driving. I recall helping him fix the car , podding peas from the garden while the cows in the farmers field stuck their heads over the fence to see. Being taken for walks when mother was in a bad mood. Him sneaking into my room to put one of the first talking walking dolls in my stocking on Christmas eve.And the sad side when I was older of him being crippled with arthritis and pain but still trying to keep pace withmy Mum

My dad made me a garage out of wooden tomato boxes for chtirstmas.even though I had to use pretend cars it was the best present ever at the time.

I only lost my Dad last September so this is the first Fathers Day without my lovely Dad. Was going to share some memories but overcome with emotion and can't stop blubbing.

I get sentimental too Fusion.There is no shame in that..

I cant remember too much about my father. At his best, he was jovial, full of fun and would help anybody. But he had a lot of problems which is turn caused him to drink and smoke, both of which led to his death at age 59 years old. He had a very unhappy childhood and left hole at 16 and eventually joined the army. My mother got TB when both my sister and I were young. But my father still joined up in WW2 and was in a bomb disposal unit. At his best moments, he was a great person. I can still see him.

My dad was probably one of the lucky ones,he drank milk stout,smoked and took snuff

Hardly a days illness in his life that I can remember.

I was about 5yrs old, & Dad, holding my hand walked me down to the wages office, I had on a white hat with a brim, by the time we walked back up it was full,

I remember him coming in off nights & smiling while I checked his snappin box & he always left me a blue ribbon, it was always melted, he worked in the steelworks as first pit man

I used to sit on the floor at his feet & push in a lump on his leg that was a scar from being tossed by a bull when he,d worked on a farm!

But most of all I remember his singing, "don't go down to the mine Dad"

I still cry when I remember the words

Dad died 1993, cancer, but he was one of the bravest people I ever knew


When it comes to it Karen,we are all sentimental.I cry .yes boys do cry.

Grandslam. All you lucky people. My dad was always drunk. A happy drunk I might add. Divorced my mother when I was 2. He brought me and my two step sisters up. No happy memerios of him. Of course we are talking 60 years ago. He had been in the army all his life .

What a shame that you have no happy memories of your father.My father was very often drunk when he came home frrom work but at weekends he was always good to me .

My parents divorced when I was 5 or 6 and I was devastated - I had always been Daddy's girl - he is still alive and we are still in touch but he has a new family now - a son (which he'd always wanted) and a daughter (who I was immensely jealous of when younger - she now lives in Australia and has two grown up girls of her own but as I grew older we got on well when we met) My Dad was very into playing sports for the navy and never smoked and drank very little and I believe that if my parents had not divorced I probably would not have smoked or abused my body as I admit I did in the past - maybe I would never have got COPD but then I wouldn't be on this site now would I - ha ha - I remember him swinging me round and remember him lying on the floor arms upstretched with me trying to balance standing on his hands - think he wanted me to be an athlete - not much chance of that now unfortunately - never mind - who knows what different paths we all might have taken... if only.....xx

That is always it,the 'if only'

Violence, death threats, mental torture. Keeping emotions in check in case he exploded again...If it wasn't for the fact he was blind he'd have killed us.

Hiding in the dogs bed.. the one place he wouldn't shove his hands in anger.

So sorry to hear that

me too xx

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