My Dad Can Bray Like A Mule
By: Jean Boulmay
July 17, 2004
My dad has a great sense of humor. One of my earliest memories is hearing him sing the “donkey song” and braying like a mule. He was GOOD, it certainly sounded like a donkey/mule to me! (although, I must admit, it was ok with me that this particular talent skipped a generation or two). In case you think the person I am describing is easy-going and laid-back, think again. When he told us kids to do something, he meant right then, and we learned at an early age that arguing with him was not something to even be thought about. He is 80 years old now, and I would not dream of “back talking” him. We were taught to have respect for our parents, which seems to be lacking in today’s world.
When we (5 children) were growing up, he worked as a mechanic. My dad was a hard worker. He provided shelter, food, clothing, and a sense of security for us. I never thought about where my next meal would come from, or if there would be a next meal. It was always there. Looking back, I realize that it would not have hurt me in the least to have missed a few meals! It was a little too easy to see just how well fed I was.
The entire family attended church together, and my dad was active in the church. We attended a small church, so when all 7 of us arrived, this increased the church’s congregation significantly. Attending church as an entire family has had a positive effect on me. I know of several families where the dad stays home while the rest of the family goes to church. This was not how it was done in our family, and I am glad to have the memories of attending church as a family, and also the realization of the priority dad put on honoring God. When I visit my parents now, sometimes we spend hours watching gospel music videos together. For me, this is just like going back in time and attending church as a family. I love this time spent together with the emphasis on honoring God.
It is interesting what we remember about our childhoods. One of the things that I remember is having the mumps when I was about 7 years old. My dad came in from work that night with a package of cookies just for me! With several siblings that we were taught to always share with, THIS made me feel very special (of course I did not feel much like eating cookies with the mumps, but believe me when I say it was the thought that counted).
I actually started writing this to let you know my dad can bray like a mule, but others things just kept popping into my mind that I remembered.
(a daughter that cannot bray or whistle)
I forgot to tell you that he can also whistle! This can be done at anytime, but is especially vocal when he has his head in the refrigerator.
Jean, just ran across this and was wondering if your dad's donkey song was one my dad sang too: "I've got a mule named Iz... HeeHaw"
I don't remember many of the words but he thought it was a scream!