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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Father (as in paternal parent, not God) (04/10/08)

TITLE: My Recollections
By Brenda Pete
04/16/08


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My Recollections

My father was a handsome man, with a moustache and a megawatt smile. He was tall, and his presence indicated security and protection to my brothers, sisters and me. For the majority of the time, he was a steady presence in our lives as we grew up.

My father had an illness; therefore, he never worked much on a job outside the home. He was mobile and could get about on his own though. By todayís standards he would have been regarded as a stay-at-home dad.

He didnít read the newspaper, nor visit with friends that often. I recall how he laughed with us, put his arm around our shoulder and hugged us; wiped our tears when we cried, lifted our chins and told us to smile. We felt secure and loved by our father.

Our father often challenged my brothers, sisters and me in a race next door to our grandmother and grandpaís house. He let my brothers, sisters and I get a head start on him. He even let us think we actually beat him. We were so proud of ourselves, and he made us feel that he was too. I remember how he did little things that helped to boost and build confidence in ourselves as we were growing up.

We sat down together as a family at the dinner table to eat meals. Our father always blessed the food before we ate. There was something remarkable about seeing a man bowing his head.

We saw how our father looked at our mom, and heard him tell her how good she looked when they were dressed to go somewhere. We laughed and told him he was being sappy towards mom. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he smiled and looked at our mom.

We didnít have much growing up, or an easy life. We learned at an early age what it was like to work in the field helping with the crops our father had planted. He scarcely had money, oftentimes we barely had food, or fuel to heat the house. The one constant we always had was our fatherís love and his caring smile.

I never realized until my father died how differently my brothers, sisters and I saw my father. These are my recollections of my father, not theirs.


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Dee Yoder 04/18/08
It is amazing, isn't it, to realize how many views a family can have of the same parents and childhood! You shared some good memories of the dad you knew and loved.
Jan Ackerson 04/20/08
Thanks for these snapshots of your father.

In the sentence He let my brothers, sisters and I get a head start on him.., the "I" should be "me". Sorry, just the grammar nerd in me acting up again. You can tell whether to use "I" or "me" by taking the other people out of the sentence: He let...me...get a head start on him.