Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Father (as in paternal parent, not God) (04/10/08)
- TITLE: Maybe I Was Spoiled After All
By Carolyn Cyphers
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Life was so much simpler then. Dad did work hard in our church on fundraising events the year we broke ground on the new building. He was chief cook at the pancake suppers, and headed up the building of the new picnic pavilion on the church lawn. After that all the neighbors and friends we knew got him to help build bar-be-cue pits. I remember so many Sunday drives through the country looking for river rock the summer he actually got around to building our’s.
I think Dad sometimes worried that I was growing up too shy and quiet. When I turned twelve, he and Mom starting leading the youth group at church. He was great at organizing camping trips, bonfires, and funny skits, and of course, I always had to take a speaking part. But knowing he was right there cheering me on made all the difference.
Our favorite pastime together occurred every spring on trout season opening day. We’d spend the afternoons the week before relining our reels and getting the tackle in tiptop shape. On rainy evenings, we’d fill a styrofoam cup with loose dirt and nightcrawlers, then together we’d prepare for an all day respite at our choice fishing spot on the river. With the ice chest filled with sodas, we’d stop at a roadside grocer for snacks- a can of vienna sausages, a personal pack of club crackers, a moon pie, and some Juicy Fruit gum. Now that was some eating; Dad knew how to live.
There for several years, my poor mom had to work late on Friday nights. By this time Dad sold insurance door to door and he’d pick me up from school and I’d go on his collections with him. Then we’d stop at the Little Brown Jug for dinner. I loved that very special time, as I had his undivided attention. In December we’d go downtown to pick mom up from work a little early and spend the time window shopping along Campbell Avenue with all its specialty shops. Whether I wanted to stop and look at ladies’ hats or shoes I always felt that he was letting me have my way on these occasions.
I guess that’s why when my college days came along I loved to have dad transport me to and from campus. I could tell he got a really big kick out of seeing all the co-eds. Oh, he liked the cute girls, but more than that he just really liked being around young people. He was so gracious and helpful to the other’s whose dad’s lived too far away to ever come and be of use; who just put his girl on the train. Everyone loved my dad, and I didn’t really mind sharing at all.
This year Dad turns ninety. It’s so hard to see him getting older. He was always so agile and able to climb ladders and build birdhouses until just this year. Ever since his liver abscess last fall he just hasn’t rallied like he did before. But socially he is still everybody’s sweetheart. He persists in being the weekly Greeter at his church, and when I take him to the doctor he keeps all the conversation going in the waiting room. I just sit back listening, remembering, and praying, “Dear God, Thanks so much for my Dad.”
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.