Father's Day was founded in Spokane, Washington at the YMCA
in 1910 by Sonora Smart Dodd. Its first celebration was on June 19, 1910. Her
father, the Civil War veteran William Jackson Smart, was a single parent who
raised his six children.
It’s always good to know a little about the origins of
our family holidays. Many a deserving father receives cards and gifts on this
day, as well he should. Just like mom, he works hard to provide for his family
and deserves to be appreciated.
My recollections of celebrating this day with my dad are
some for the fondest ones I have. I
followed him where ever he went; out in the garage or down in the basement.
While he built our house, we would have our lunch together sitting on top of
the roof. That drove my mom crazy. But I was never afraid when I was with my
dad. What I remember most was how challenging it was to find a gift for him. He
was a hard-working man, always toiling away at something. If it wasn’t his job
as a machinist, his hands always oily and greasy, he was working on building
our house or working in the garden. His only past time was reading the
newspaper and he cherished this time when he could just sit and read. He also
loved cigars and that was the one thing he always received for every special occasion.
I still have one of his cigar boxes.
Keith remembers how his pop
would play with him and when he became a dad, he did the same with his kids.
After I was
married, Father’s Day had a new focus. The first year we were married, Keith
became a father. We still shared the day with our dads, but now things were
different. I still bought mine his box of cigars and Keith gave his father a new
fishing pole.
But the day seemed different.
We had our baby Tiffeni and we
celebrated Father’s Day feeling quite overwhelmed with the challenges that
awaited us both.
For the next
seventeen years, Tiffeni and Keith were inseparable. They did everything
together and were liked kindred spirits. She loved being with her papa when he
was building our house, she like playing down in the basement or out in the
garage. (Sound familiar?) Wherever he was, she was. When we moved to Florida
they went to baseball games together he taught her how to grow a garden. They
shared their love for history, architecture, and adventure. Every Father’s Day
she presented him with cards and gifts, and as she got older, she wrote
philosophical thoughts reflecting on her love for her him.
Two months
after Tiffeni turned seventeen, she got a baby brother, Charlie. Never did we
think that another child would come into our lives. And boy! Did our lives
change. This bouncy baby boy fulfilled so many wishes for all of us.
Tiffeni was
in her last year of high school when Charlie was born. The next year she would be off to college.
Keith and my plans change dramatically. But
that was OK. We both enjoyed another childhood. Charlie became papa’s little
boy and they, too, became inseparable. Pictures and stories should be recalled during Mother’s & Father’s Days. What makes these memories even better are the greeting cards. Look back at the April 21 posting about what to do with old greeting cards. The advice there puts the monumental task of organizing kept cards into manageable projects that will help you manage and keep your memories alive. When I found the box of the hundreds of cards I saved over the decades, it was a formidable task sorting them out. I can’t tell you how many I threw out and saved for a contribution to St. Jude’s recycling program. But once I started to organize them, every card was a trip down memory lane. Here are a few Father’s Day cards from the kids and even one from me.
Charlie
loved to draw in the cards he gave his papa. Especially ships. Keith would ask
Charlie, “Who’s my favorite boy”? Even now, and this year Charlie turned 27,
Keith still refers to Charlie as his favorite boy. Very endearing!
The one card
I love very much was how even at a young age, Charlie understood his father’s
challenging times, and his Father’s day card that year offered him
words of encouragement.
This card
was the first one from me for Keith’s first Father’s Day, dated June 9, 1970, about six
weeks after Tiffeni was born. Inside it said, "Ours has been a heir raising experience!
This Sunday is Father’s
Day and Keith will be given more cards. I will save
these, too, and put them in his memory box. And if and when a day should
come when memories are more cherished than ever, he can look back and read all
of his cards and enjoy the life he gave and shared with his children. Happy
Father’s Day!
Have a great
weekend.
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