"Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, and singers of song." - Pam Brown
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| Thadd Flaherty |
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| Dale DeRozier |
Whomp...whomp... It's so early. I can't be mad because people
are out. Whomp..whomp..... It sounds so...happy. I'm smiling... Whomp....whomp.
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| Dale and Joe DeRozier |
It would be dark....Dad and I would still shoot. Hook shot
from the free throw line while looking at the garage. I can't see the hoop, but
it sounds like it went in....your shot, Dad. Whomp..whomp.... It's pouring
rain. Mom is mad because we look silly. I can't look up at the basket because
of the water. Dad is drenched. His glasses look like an unwiped
windshield...he's laughing Whomp..whomp... One more shot, Joe Joe. Then we have
to go in...but you have to make it! Whomp...whomp...
I miss my dad.... I'm glad I can hear Mr. Dawalt playing
with his grandson.. Whomp.....whomp............ – Joe DeRozier
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| William, Shirley, Don, & Deloris DeWald |
My dad left this world 55 years ago. Way too soon. I miss
him and I think of him often.
He was a farmer and he was there at home all the time. I am so thankful for the 17 years I had with him. I started helping him when I was a kid just like all farm kids did years ago. We had time together doing the morning and evening milking.
He taught me to hunt and fish. He played ball with me and we went to games together. He taught me a good work ethic. He taught me to believe in myself.
I liked to hear his life stories about growing up on the farm and farming with horses. It was the same farm where I grew up. That always made it extra special. He also had sermons about life and appreciating every day.
In the summer after he woke me up he would go out on the back steps and drop his shoes on the steps and sit down. That sound was my signal to hit the floor and get moving. That was the case on his last day at home. We were getting ready to bale hay that day and it was hot. He had a heart attack that morning. Before mom took him to the hospital he called me over to the car and said, "I will be back in a few days." The next morning he had a fatal heart attack and died.
When I think about him I think about how he lived and not how he died. I wish we could have just one more day and he could see me now. But I am so thankful for the time that we had and all the happy memories. – Don DeWald
My dad was in charge of a POW camp during World War II for a short time. He had this German officer who was being a real pain. So he made him stand on one of those big vegetable cans at the gate and salute all the privates and such that were coming in the camp. He was punishing him like a child. - Beth Comer Jones
He was a farmer and he was there at home all the time. I am so thankful for the 17 years I had with him. I started helping him when I was a kid just like all farm kids did years ago. We had time together doing the morning and evening milking.
He taught me to hunt and fish. He played ball with me and we went to games together. He taught me a good work ethic. He taught me to believe in myself.
I liked to hear his life stories about growing up on the farm and farming with horses. It was the same farm where I grew up. That always made it extra special. He also had sermons about life and appreciating every day.
In the summer after he woke me up he would go out on the back steps and drop his shoes on the steps and sit down. That sound was my signal to hit the floor and get moving. That was the case on his last day at home. We were getting ready to bale hay that day and it was hot. He had a heart attack that morning. Before mom took him to the hospital he called me over to the car and said, "I will be back in a few days." The next morning he had a fatal heart attack and died.
When I think about him I think about how he lived and not how he died. I wish we could have just one more day and he could see me now. But I am so thankful for the time that we had and all the happy memories. – Don DeWald
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| Theron (Buck) Comer |
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| Theron (Buck) Comer |
My dad was in charge of a POW camp during World War II for a short time. He had this German officer who was being a real pain. So he made him stand on one of those big vegetable cans at the gate and salute all the privates and such that were coming in the camp. He was punishing him like a child. - Beth Comer Jones
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| Herb Everett |
One of the best things I learned from my dad was how to
avoid boredom. When I'd complain there was nothing to do, my dad would give me
three suggestions. Two ideas were always fun things he knew I'd enjoy, like
ride my bike or read a book. But the third idea was always a chore, like clean
the bathroom or iron some clothes. I learned to choose quickly and with no
complaint, or else dad chose for me. Dad passed away a few years ago but he
taught me well! - Peggy Emard
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Thanks to everyone who's sharing memories of their fathers with us. It's been such pleasure reading them, and I've been hearing a thumping basketball in my heart for days now!
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