Things my father taught me:
- Don’t sing at the table.
- Always carry a pocket knife.
- Girls can do anything they set their minds on, just like boys.
- You don’t have to be on a boat to get seasick. Being on the dock is close enough.
- Courtesy is vital.
- Always say “Yes, Ma’am” and “Yes, Sir”.
- Make the best of a bad situation.
- If you want to get up into the tree house, you have to do it by yourself.
- Italy is shaped like a boot.
- Always say “You’re welcome.”
- Going to boat shows, a father and daughter annual event.
- Ryba’s fudge.
- Waking up at the crack of dawn on a summer Saturday to go pick blueberries at a local farm. It wasn’t so much the early hour as it was the Sousa marches that he blared from the stereo to wake us up.
- Sitting on his lap after Sunday School and having him read the Sunday funnies to us: Snuffy Smith, Dagwood, Beetle Bailey, Nancy, Pogo.
- Having a corsage delivered to school on the occasion of my sixth birthday.
- A whirlwind 6th-grade shopping trip when he found me crying because I had “nothing” to wear to a friend’s birthday party.
- His big brown mustache.
- Trying to teach me to tie a bowline. Does the rabbit go around the tree before he goes back into the hole, or after? Never did get that right.
There are so many things a father tries to teach his children. Dad, I think you got it all pretty much right. Thank you.
Jak Slayton Miner