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Happy birthday dad!

One of my earliest memories is sitting on my dad's lap as he read aloud "The Wizard of Oz" as well as "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass."  He was not the smoothest  reader but I could tell he was as delighted with the twists and turns of Lewis Carroll's poems just as much as we were.  I loved leaning against him and hearing his voice rumble through me.

When I was a kid I thought my dad was Superman...down to the spit curl.  And he was STRONG.  He used to delight us by making his biceps bounce.  I remember once watching TV with him and a Mountain Dew commercial came on that showed some guy swing across a  river on a rope...and reach out and grab another rope and continue the swing.  I asked him if he could do that and he sat for a second and then said,  "Probably not now...but a few years ago I probably could've."

A favorite game was getting him to kick a ball over the house as we waited in the backyard for it.  We would be besides ourselves with glee as we waited for his call  "Annie I OVER!!!!"  (something like that...it HAS been a few years,) and then the ball would appear soaring through the air.

My dad could build anything.  I got obsessed with a bed with drawers when I was five...and he built me some.  I have memories of sitting in our torn apart kitchen and watching him build new cabinets.  When I was 7 or 8 he spearheaded a project along  with his equally talented father in remodeling a little office building into a servicable church.  I smell sawdust and oil and paint and associate it with my dad.

My dad likes toys but he uses them mostly to help others. 

My dad is generous.  He will drop anything to help somebody out and takes delight in serving others.  During the wintertime he will fire up Scoop and clear the neighbor's driveways.  He has helped people roof, build fences, pour cement, pull out trees and bushes and has made countless blocks for little kids. 

Like his father, my dad likes to travel.  You say the word "Go," and he is already putting on his hat.  He drove all the way to Canada once just because my friend asked him to.  (My mom went on that particular trip because she was afraid if he went in his old beat up truck it would die and she would have to go rescue him.)

My dad is LUCKY.  He has waded in cyanide, stuck his arm in an airplane propeller, crashed an airplane upside down and has other countless near misses. 

My dad is faithful.  Despite his penchant for tweaking off some members by throwing out some interesting questions and comments in Sunday school, he is a man who lives his faith. 

Today is his birthday.

Happy birthday dad.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 3rd, 2005 11:03 pm (UTC)
Happy birthday to Dad from San Francisco, which is hopefully a bit closer than Canada(?).
May. 4th, 2005 01:27 am (UTC)
Have you sent this to him I bet he would love to hear such things from his kids. I know my dad would.
May. 4th, 2005 02:24 pm (UTC)
What a wonderful person; I hope he has an equally wonderful day :-)
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