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I couldn’t pick out just one but my ‘father figure’ helped and encouraged me to go to university when no-one from my family had ever been before.
Might not really qualify as a memory but for me my favorite thing about my father is, that he CHOSE to me my father. He married my mother after she had been widowed when my biological father had died – and a few years later my father chose to adopt me. I’ve always felt and known that while I might not be his in a biological sense, I am fully and completely his child. That to me is a strong choice and a gift in my life.
My memories of my Dad was how he always made time to attend all my sons’ sporting events when they were growing up. I was so glad we lived in the same community.
My dad is very quite but funny and my favorite memories are of the little things he does for is only grand child. My Abby . they have so much fun together.
I don’t have any one specific memory of my father because it is more about what my father has done for me my entire life. He was not the most demonstrative man as far as hugs and saying the right words but I knew that I could count on him whenever I needed him. I am very thankful that I still have him and my mother in my life as they both begin their 83rd year of life this year.
My dad let me tag-a-long wherever he went. I loved shadowing him. Even though he could be a tough man I felt cherished and protected. He was a wonderful dad. I’m a lucky daughter.
I didn’t have a father in my life but my father-in-law has been my “father figure” for 26 years and his love for his family is what makes a memorable memory for me.
I have a lot of memories of my dad but my favorite is even as I was in my late teens early 20’s my dad still wanted me to give him a hug, a kiss and say goodnight to him; if I didn’t he would be very upset and would tell me about it the next day. It was nice to tell him that everynight and tell him I loved him. I wish I could do that again everynight.
My favorite memories of my father are attending the high school football games together–just the two of us.
My favorite memory of my dad is the first time we went back to our home town, where we swam together for the very first time! He had not been at home most of thetime due work so every moment we played together is precious to me =)
I have so many memories of my father but this morning the one that sticks out in my mind is all the fishing trips we took. I remember getting up at 4:30am and going to the lakes to fish. Growing up I was very much a daddy’s girl and he always made time for me.
My dad passed away nearly 15 years ago now and I still miss himevery day. He didn’t know about the birth of my fourth child and he was always very proud of his grandchildern. I still remember him reading for them for hours.
The first memory that comes to mind is that my stepfather used to read every night for us from “Lord of the rings” and “The Hobbit”. It was so exciting, and sweet that he took the time to do this every night!
My dad is one of my favorite people in the world. It is too difficult to isolate one memory of him but I do love to see him interact with my sons. He is a devoted grandfather.
It’s hard to choose one memory, there are so many. My Dad has an antique John Deere tractor that he loves. I remember one day as an adult when he took me out driving with it. I always loved tractors growing up, and that took me back to my childhood days driving with him standing behind me.
My favorite memory of my father is when we used to go camping in the summer and go fishing for trout. Dad would fry up the fish for breakfast with pancakes (all done over the campfire).
In college, when I was home for the holidays, my dad sat down and watched an period of hockey with me. He was trying so hard to understand and like the sport it was almost like watching it with my son now. But his effort in our short visit was special during those years.
My dad always had time to listen to me. I love and respect my dad more than any other person.
My favorite memories is when he organized activities outdoors like hiking and cross country skiing. And then long brunches just talking
My Dad was on the school board. As part of this, he handed out the High School Diplomas. When I got mine from my father – I gave him a hug. He was able to hand each of his 11 kids their diplomas.
When I was in college, he would plan at least one business trip so he could take me out to the best restaurant, then I would bring my studying over to his hotel for the evening,
My favorite memories with my father would be when we were camping while he was stationed in Europe. (It was the late 60s. We all had matching green track suits). Four kids, two adults sleeping in a VW camper lol.
My dad and I spent many days together outside. I was learning and he was teaching me all he knew. He was the most gentle caring person I have ever known. I was like a shadow to him and love tools and gardening to this day because of all I learned from him. I wish every child had that chance.
Waking up on the weekends to my Dad making his famous scrambled eggs, I still ask him to make them every time I go home. It’s always the simple things that we remember the most.
We lost my Dad when I was only 11. I don’t have a lot of memories. My Dad was a pastor. One of my fondest memories was my Dad kneeling in prayer with a five year old boy. Even at that young age, I was impressed that he took the time to pray with such a little boy.
My lovely Dad always saw the good in everyone, had no interest in material things but doted on his family.
One of my sweetest memories was when I was about 5 – it was Christmas and we had moved to a very snowy part of the country (Scotland), and my dad made me the most beautiful sledge 🙂 :). It had a padded seat and my name hand painted in sliver, complete with such elegant scrolls! I felt very posh on the slopes!
Dad used to drive all us 5 kids around all weekend to sports. He also used to get foulled from the sidelines for ‘encouraging’ a little loudly……lol
Oh, there’s plenty. I remember my dad setting up the back of our conversion van for movie time, as well as carrying my two sisters and I (one at a time, on piggyback) into the house after we’d fallen asleep at the drive-in movies. I also remember his version of Sunday morning breakfast- fried eggs (with ketchup on the side) and spam. Yes, it was delicious and, no, I haven’t eaten spam since then. :p
One of my favorite memories of my Dad is the small car he built out of spare lawn mower parts & left over wood for his grandkids. As each one was born, he added their name to the hood, and couldn’t wait until they could ride with him. And when they were older, how proud he was when they would drive it on their own around the yard.
My father like figure would have to be my brother. He was always there for me even when we 1500 miles apart.My memories of him run very deep.He passed away 6 years ago, and I still miss his good words.
One of my favorite memories was seeing my dad upon his return from the Honor Flight for his service in the military! What a moment! It inspired me to create my first scrapbook!
My Dad lives in England and we live in the USA so he doesn’t see as much of my son as any of us would like. However, when he’s here the two of them spend all their time at my dining room table, heads bowed as they work on some project or another – model aircraft, volcanoes, the very awesome potato cannon. My heart swells every time I see them there together.
I have always admired the relationship my husband has with his father…solid, uncomplicated, true respect and admiration. I recall how touched I was when my father-in-law especially thanked me for “lending” him my husband so that he could escort his father back to Germany for a month-long “good bye” trip of all his family and friends, since he knew his health would prevent him from making that big trip again.
My dad is always whistling and singing. Whenever we came in the door or walked downstairs, he would sing, “There she is, Miss America”.
I can’t just pick one…my dad has been there every day for a lifetime and just knowing that is what I cherish the most about him!
My dad was a teacher. His favorite annual ritual was to blast “Surfin’ USA” by The Beach Boys after coming home on the last day of school. Everyone in the neighborhood knew it was “officially” summer when they heard it
My favorite memories of a father figure would have to be of my Grandpa….growing up he was like a father to me and taught me many valuable lessons which I will never forget, but it was the unconditional love he gave me…even when I screwed up that will stick with me forever!!!!
I loved going to the beach with my dad in the summer. He would let us stand on his knees or if you were brave enough, his shoulders and jump off into the ocean. Fun times. Then when it was time to go home my brother, sister and I would sit on the trunk of the car while my dad did (slow!!!!!) ‘figure 8’s’ on the sand. Ah fond memories 🙂
My favorite memories of Dad growing up were those spent playing whiffle ball in our backyard and our numerous summer camping trips.
I have many good memories of my dad. One of my favorites is driving lessons. He always remained calm, even when I made some crazy mistakes. Even though he is now 86 we still take road trips. Love him to the stars and back.
I lost my Dad a few years ago, miss him terribly! But….one of the things we like to joke about was his hatred of the smell of a cooking turkey (he was a vegetarian). So, to counteract the smell on Thanksgiving, he would run around lighting candles. We called it the Thanksgiving seance. Ahhh….good times 🙂
I remember my dad playing chase with us in the backyard. I thought he was the fastest runner ever!
My father always had a book in his hand, and until I was in my 40’s there was always a new book carefully chose under the Christmas tree. He read aloud to us constantly as kids, and read a short story aloud to me while I was ironing one day and well into adulthood.
Many memories are favorites but with all the snow we are having, I am wishing I was fishing for sunnies at the lake, with leftover corn as bait on our hooks. We brought the corn for those of us who didn’t like to put yucky worms on the hooks.
I remember my dad amidst a field of wildflowers. He was happy and smiling
My favourite memory of my Dad is his determination to walk me down the isle on my wedding day despite the fact that he was suffering from a rapidly spreading cancer. He died 6 weeks after the wedding but the proud smile on his face as we made that short walk will live with me forever.
My dad took me shopping for a dress all by himself, just once. I still have the dress in my hope chest, 35 years later because it meant so much to me.
I have many good memories and a wonderful childhood. We always went on vacation, each year, we had to come back home to rest! But one of my favorite, were there were four of us kids, each month one kid was allowed to choose anywhere they wanted to go and mom and dad would take that one child and spend the evening doing what you chose to do. Mine were always dinner playhouses. I felt so special! Each of us children have great memories of our special nights.
What I remember about my dad is that he always did whatever he needed to to provide for us and that he always had a strong relationship with the Lord.
My favorite memory is riding in the limo with my dad to my wedding. It was just the two of us, and he held my hand and had tears in his eyes the whole way. That moment is like a treasure in my heart.
My best memory was when he first taught me to drive. I don’t know who was more nervous, him or I.
My Dad is a preacher and a wonderful man. Every Christmas morning, we would sit in a circle around the living room and Dad would read the Christmas story to us from the “Big Bible” on the coffee table. It’s a tradition that we continue to this day. Also, he made popcorn on the stove top almost every night and I can still smell those memories!
I can count on my father (and my mother)whenever I need him. That’s what counts.
My favourite memories are just being alongside my Dad when he was working in the garden and building me a play house. He was just the best Dad ever and I knew I was loved so much.
Penny H
My parents divorced a long time ago. (When I was 10 years old) He was always busy. Like today, I rarely talk with my dad. We live in different towns. But in reality, I miss my father. I remember how we together picked a cranberry on swamp. I remember when we were returning home by car and dad put me on his knees and gave steer wheel. It was fun. 🙂
My Dad passed away just before I had my 12th birthday.One of my favourite memories of my Dad was sitting on the arm of his big old arm chair while listening to books being read every night.I can remember my Mum and older sisters taking it in turns to read to the family.Brer Rabbit and Enid Blyton books were firm favourite.Those were the days when the simple things meant the most.
My Daddy was an excellent swimmer, and we lived by a public swimming pool. When I was little, he would let me sit on his back as he would swim across the pool. Wonderful memories!
My father loved Christmas and Santa always brought our tree. We would wake up on Christmas morning and find a huge decorated tree and lots of presents. It was magical.
My dad was always known for being frugal to a fault. When he passed away, we ordered a catered lunch for family and friends after his memorial service. When we went to pick up the food, someone had forgotten to pass on the order! They were very apologetic, and tolds us they would deliver the ood by the time we needed it. They lived up to their word and more by sending a much more lavish spread than we had ordered and there was NO charge! We all had a good chuckle that dad would be very pleased with all of this!
My mom has always been the strong one in our family, taking care of us three children and my dad, working full time and keeping house and cooking the most excellent German meals. However, my mom’s health has been failing for the past couple of years and my dad has had to pick up a lot of the household responsibilities. He’s come a long way from being the “cared for” to becoming the “care giver”. It’s heartwarming and bittersweet at the same time to watch him fumble through “cooking a meal” of reheated leftovers. He is strong for my mom and for us but there are times when he confides in me and tells me just how difficult it is. I have a new love for him that I never knew before. He’s my hero.
My Uncle John was my father figure. He would put me on his shoulders and carry me around. He was so gentle and wise and he always smelled of peppermint from the indigestion tablets he always took.
My Dad was such a good carpenter (not by trade), he could build anything. I love the hours we spent in his workshop. He made me a very simple peg board that I finally had added into a built-in. It couldn’t have been more perfect and it means so much of me to have a small piece of him in our new house.
SO many fond memories of my Dad… but for starters: watching him shave in the morning, his bright eyes twinkling above the disappearing white foam and always a smile from the mirror when he was done. Ah, remembering him– what a sweet way to start the day!
My brother and I had planned a golf outing for my Mom’s family reunion. She passed away unexpectedly in June, but we decided we should still go on with it. So, my Dad, brother, and my husband and I made a foursome and went out to practice since I didn’t have much experience. Unfortunately, I hit the ball much farther than my Dad, and that did not go over very well! It still brings a smile to my face thinking about him getting his feathers all ruffled!
My dad drove me to school every morning, and looking back, that was a special time with my dad. We’d listen to Paul Harvey on the radio and talk about the upcoming events for each day.
My Dad is a morning person. He wakes up singing. You gotta love someone who wakes up happy! 😉
I have so many great memories with my father. Wow, do I miss him. When I think of him the memory that comes to mind most is his laugh. It was infectious!
He used to cook for the neighborhood a few times a year, fish fry or his famous spaghetti! And he was so good with kids. He was the kids neighborhood ice cream and bubblegum store, lol.
My dad passed away 12 years ago and I think of him everyday. We were fortunate to live next door to my parents while our sons were growing up. They spent many hours together constructing various projects. He was a special father and grandfather.
Back in the day, my Dad was a great bowler. On one of his league bowling nights, he would pick one of my brothers or sisters to go along to the bowling alley with him. Boy, did we think we were special! One on one with Dad and snacks to boot. It was a great time.
I have a lifetime of wonderful memories with my Dad, hard to pick just one! He made me a play house when I was a girl, complete with windows and a dutch door. When the playhouse had to be taken down, I kept the dutch door. It is an amazing focal point over my fireplace today!
Great release! My favorite memory of my father is 4-wheeling up into the mountains to chop wood and hunt for pine nuts. He was funny and always brought a ton of junk food. Plus, it was a full day of family time.
As a very young girl, my fondest memories are ones where he is sitting with me doing math homework.
When my Dad got home from work, he would always come in the backyard where most of his eight kids would be playing and sit and watch us and eventually participate in our games of kickball, whiffle ball, tag, etc… I laugh when I think how little grass was in that backyard…..the landscaping took a beating!!
A favorite memory of my dad-all of the moments spent in prayer, and gardening with my dad….and his pies….
Going camping throughout Michigan during the summers with my dad and my sister. We would stop in at each small town along the way always stopping at the local library.
I remember going to the movies with my dad (which didn’t happen often). We were running late and when we got out of the car a little old lady came up to us and asked us to help her find her car in the car park. My dad instantly said yes and it took at least 10 mins to find it for her. My sister and I were a bit annoyed at the delay but my dad was cheerful. We were quite late and walked in as the movie was playing. He had not shown any annoyance to the lady and told us “sometimes you need to make time to help people”. He showed us a demonstration of selfless love that day.
I used to ride along in the golf cart. I would get to drive occasionally, but I always got a treat at the snack bar after the first nine.
When I was little, and my dad came home from work, he would wash my hands with his at the bathroom sink. I can still feel the roughness of his work weary hands as they held my tiny hands and we lathered up with ivory soap. There was such a sense of strength and caring in those moments and I never wanted him to let go. Today Dad is 90 and still holding my hand.
My dad passed away when I was 12 years old. I remember he loved woodworking and fixing things. I used to go with him to the hardware store. Still love hardware stores today and he inspired my love of making things.
My favorite memory of my father is the anticipation of him coming home all day then when he finally got home, the house came alive because Dad was home and all was right with the world.
My Dad used to build remote control airplanes. My favorite memories with him were going to open fields to fly his planes. Sometimes there would be large crowds and we would walk around and admire all of the carefully crafted planes. But, every once in awhile it would be just Dad, me, and my little sister, those were my favorite days because afterwards he would take us to Stuckey’s to get ice cream! Oh how I miss him during this time of year.
My dad has always been my biggest cheerleader, whether it was learning to drive a car or struggling through my college physics class. His encouragement and belief in me is invaluable!
My dad passed away in 2000. One of my favourite memories is when I was 23 and we got up early on Boxing Day to drive across the city to go to an electronics store to buy me a stereo. That just sums up the kind of guy he was.
My favorite memory of my Dad is when he coached my (and my sister’s) softball team. He didn’t live with us, so we always looked forward to spending that time with him.
My favorite memory is running down the sidewalk each night to greet my father after work. He would laugh and twirl me in the air. Then we would walk hand in hand home. Love him!
My Grandpa was a huge father figure in my life and I will never forget how he always got down on the floor to play with the kids (even in his 80s!) and how he wore the same funny mask every Halloween!
When my sisters and I were little, my dad used to do magic tricks for us. His magic words were “Saskatoon Saskatchewan”.
My dad was a logging truck driver. My favorite memory is driving down the road in his “Big” truck. He always seemed so in control.
Favorite memory of my dad is watching baseball games on warm summer evenings and rooting for the NY Yankees!
My dad was a hoot! He had little sayings that we have all held on to. Even my husband uses them from time to time. Miss him!!
My favorite memory is a trip we all took down the Mississippi River in a houseboat. My dad has an adventurous spirit and always wants to see what is over the next hill!
When my first child was born, he came to give me a hand when I came home from the hospital. I was fumbling about changing her, and he took over and demonstrated how. He loved to recall that time.. and I loved to remember it in a slightly different way.
My grandfather has been the most influential masculine figure in my life, and even though he passed away 15 years ago, I still miss him every single day. I treasure the memories of a trip by ship with him when I was a teenager. We sailed from Spain to Puerto Rico in a big bull-carrier ship! I learned a lot about the sea, but most important, I learned important lessons about values and life.
There are so many great memories of my father – but one that I am so fond of was when my first child was little and I was working full time he would be waiting for me on my front porch when I got home from work and would help and play with my son while I got dinner started, etc. He was a fantastic soul.
My grandpa used to take me with him to work on occasion. He was an accountant, and I think that’s why I majored in accounting in college 🙂
When I was 22 to 23 years old I had the opportunity to be a missionary for our church in Japan. For that year and half time, my dad made sure that my young siblings wrote me a letter in each and every week. Being so far from home and not being able to speak with them by phone, it meant the world to me that he made that happen.
One of my favorite memories I have of my father is camping with him. We are both scouts, and in love with the outdoors.
I’m lucky enough to still have my Dad and the memories and times I cherish are his real delight in having his family around him.
Family camping trips, fishing, driving until the wee hours of the morning to get to grandma’s and grandpa’s house…I hope I can help care for my parents as they get older in the same fashion that they cared for my brother and I, they were always there for us and still are!
My dad, so many memories come to mind. Ex-marine, strong in every way, great business man, great farmer, the other half of a duo my sister and I called parents. We shared a love of baseball, and that meant Dodger games whenever he had tickets. Nothing more fun, and memorable than watching our favorite team together, just dad and Me!
My dad died when I was 17. My memories of him are all precious. He was my champion and loved me unconditionally. He always did goofy things and one of my favorite memories was washing the car in a summer rain shower – I still giggle today thinking about that!
I have so many great memories with my dad….I am his only girl so I’m his “favorite daughter”! As he tells everyone! Too many to choose from…thanks for the opportunity for a great prize!
i was one of the first children to have successful open heart surgery in 1945. I will never forget the day my Dad arrived at the hospital .to take me home. I can still feel the texture of his tweed jacket and the delicious scent of pipe tobacco as he hugged me. In that moment I knew everything was going to be all right.
My dad is just an all around amazing person. He does everything for everyone, always has. There are way too many “favorite memories” to just pick one!
My dad was a very traditional 50’s dad. He worked and my mom stayed home and took care of the kids and the house. And he very much thought that is the way it should be. But his attitude about women had an interesting dichotomy because as much as he expected our mom to be a traditional stay at home wife and mother – he expected the opposite from his daughters. He encouraged – no, insisted on – college and career. He talked often about how important it was for us to have the skills to be independent and be able to make choices in our lives.
With summer on the horizon; 4 th of July celebrations come to mind. My favorite memory is my father lighting fireworks and showing my bothers and sisters how to spit watermelon seeds.
There really are too many to count. Some of my fondest are sitting with my dad and grandpa at church. Love their conviction and guidance!
My favorite memory of my father is going fishing with him. He was an ardent fisherman, but I think I enjoyed being with him on the water and looking at the beautiful scenery the most.
The memory I hold most precious was his commitment to our Christian education. He was such a super example of a Christian father and leader in our home. We farmed, but Dad never missed Sunday service to work even during planting and harvesting. Fun treasured memories are the fishing trips. We visited more than we caught fish which was no doubt his intent.
There are so many wonderful things about my Dad. One that I remember so fondly are the letters he wrote to me when I was away at college – a handwritten letter, usually with a $10 bill tucked inside, to let me know he missed me and loved me!
My dad wasn’t around much and my parents divorced when I was 11. My fave times with him was when he was home on the weekends and he would always watch Shirley Temple movies and make breakfast for everyone 🙂 It’s one of the very few things I can remember about him as a child. Thanks for the chance to win!!
Gosh, how do you pick just one? My dad has been a huge influence in my life. I guess one of my favorite memories is him chasing us around the house as the Tickle Monster. He tickled us until we were gasping for breath and crying from laughing so much. Good times!
My dad is the best and there are lots of memories, but one of my favorites is him waking me up every year on my birthday with The Beatles song “Birthday” on the record player. My love of good music comes from him!
One that I often remember is when I hit my head badly and I had to get stitches,
So my dad took me the ER where they stitched me up, he held my hand as they were stitching me! Best memory ever of my dad I keep revisiting that image anytime I miss him.
Gee…My dad passed away when I was a teenager so pretty much every memory is precious but when I was small my dad would take me out with him every Saturday. We would go out and he might get a haircut, we would get breakfast and then I could pick one small toy out. It was special time with my Daddy. 😀
I don’t have a specific memory of my father, but I am so thankful for how he continually sacrificed so I could have a new outfit once in awhile or piano lessons or even a rare treat of going out to eat. I will also always remember their prayers for each of us as well.
one of my favorite memories was going to the apple festival in jackson, ohio. he split an apple in half with his hands so that my sister and i could share it.
My favorite memory of my dad was just before he retired from the railroad as a conductor, he took my 2 year old son on the train for a ride! It was wonderful to see the two of them so happy together…what little boy doesn’t like trains!!! Thanks for an awesome chance to win!
Jeannine Brenner
This is easy…. My dad bough a camper — the only way he could afford taking 3 kids and his wife on a vacation (hotels were way out of his league) and took us to Land Between the Lakes for Thanksgiving. We ended up camping (for the first time) near a church group retreat and that group just took us in and we made crafts and sang and just had a wonderful time. Thanks, Dad for the best Thanksgiving ever… woot woot to my Mom who made a FULL Thanksgiving dinner (turkey to pumpkin pie) in a camper oven, too!
Being in the woods picking berries. That is one of my most favorite moments with my Dad.
Every memory is a favourite as we lost my father almost three years ago a week after Father’s Day.
I love how my dad is the most family oriented person I know. It’s hard to just pin point one memory when every moment spent with him is the best memory.
Some of my fondest memories of my dad stem from when he used to take us to cut wood with him. We had such a grand time in the woods as kids with my dad. To this day, the smell of the woods or of fresh cut logs takes me back to those days when we were kids.
Wow…this is hard, my Dad passed away at 58 years young…..I think I have so many good ones, but I can still see him with his pant legs rolled up walking along the lake looking for agates…it’s as fresh in my mind as if it were yesterday, and he would be 89 this year!!
One of my favorite memories of my dad was when he took me out for breakfast on my first day of college. He calmed my nerves and made me feel so special.
One time I went to work with him. He woke me up super early and we stopped and bought donuts and chocolate milk.
When we were kids Super K had just opened up. My father loved that store – especially the blue light specials. If it was on blue light, would be assured of getting it – because it was such a bargain – whether we needed it or not. I could go on and on about KMart stories, They crack me up every time.
My favorite memory of my Dad would have to be the trip I took with him and my Mom in their motor home to Reno Nevada. My Dad was always kind of gruff but he was a different person in Reno laughing and full of fun. He knew he had terminal cancer and wanted me to come with them on this trip. I have always been so happy I took that trip as it gave me such special memories to treasure.
One of my favorite memories of my Dad was when I was 14 years old and he took me to see the Cardinal’s play at the old Sportsman Park in St. Louis. I was a big Cardinal fan and was in love with Stan, the Man Musial.
My Dad is such a hard worker! He spent all day at his job, and then came home and ran the family farm. I remember spending a lot of time sitting in an old safety seat he bolted to the tractor fender so we could join him in his farm work.
I am the ninth, and last, child born in my family. My Mom was 45 and Dad 48. Most of my friends thought they were my grandparents! At first, it bothered me. But they were the best parents a child could pray for. My dad kept me busy with crayons and coloring books for hours to keep me out of mom’s space for a bit. He is most definitely who gave me my artistic eye for color, shading, dimension and light. My all-time favorite gift from my grandkids today? A new box of 64! Thanks Dad, I miss you every day.
My dad passed away when I was only 11. My fondest memories of him are going to the movies together. My dad loved movies. We would also frequently go to the mall to go to the record store so I could get 45’s. Haha- showing my age.
I have a lot of very fond memories involving my Dad. He really shaped me into the person I am today. Particular memories involve him driving us all to see my Grandmother on the weekends, him taking me into work with him and then later out into the City for shopping, a meal and the cinema, playing board games and just general playful banter. Thanks for the chance to relive some of those memories by recounting them. 🙂
My favorite memory(ies) of my father is how every summer he would go out with his buddies fishing, and would take me along with him. We caught many fish, would bring them home and put them on the grill!
I love fishing to this day and still look forward to this when we get a chance to go together!
The strongest memory of my father was the day he left for WW1. He in his dress whites boarded a train and was gone for 5 years. I still have the moment on film!
My favorite memory of my dad is how much he enjoyed Chistmas shopping–at the very last minute! He would go out on Christmas Eve most years to find things for us. I think he enjoyed how festive and joyous people were right before Christmas.
My Father passed away when I was 7, so my 3 older brothers are my ‘Father figures’…even though they were my brothers and they were typical bullies at times….no one else was ever allowed to me mean to me…I had 3 protector. I learned a lot for them and each possesses wonderful qualities. I love them so!
My grandfather was not only a father figure to my siblings and I, but to much of the small town we grew up in. His support and philanthropy remains the benchmark for everyone who knew him. Miss you PaPa.
Great release, thanks so much
I remember planting flowers with my dad. We went to buy them, he let me pick out what I liked. My dad was more of a vegetable gardener, but he knew I liked flowers better. To this day, I am a gardener, and I owe that to my dad.
I am blessed with a wonderful dad, who has turned out to be a terrific grandpa as well.
Supporting my brother & I in all our sports & activities growing up
many an afternoon in the shed learning woodworking skills. The fondest memories of my childhood 🙂
My dad is the best. My favorite memory of him is him reading Dr. Seuss and also taking us to Disneyland. He is a huge Disney fan and going with him is like going with a big kid.
Loving all the Father’s Day sets! The TV one is perfection haha!!
Having never attended Notre Dame University, I still avidly follow their football season, apparently a genetic trait I inherited from my father, who was shall we say a bit rabid in his passion. LOL!
I was at the movies with my dad when I was about 8 or so. I had a piece of gum that I no longer wanted, so he told me to stick it behind my ear (kinda like Violet Beauregarde). It got so stuck in my hair that we had to cut it out- at the time I was horrified, but now that I’m a parent myself, it makes me laugh at my naïveté.
Dad loved to explore. He would take me on day trips to parks and historic sites.
Carol b
My dad would always drink his coffee and read his bible in the morning before work.
There are so many memories of my dear now departed Daddy! #1 were his amazing sqeeze tight hugs. He was like the warmest most loving teddy bear. The way he greeted me every time I saw him with a cheerful, “Hi Barbra”. Like he hadn’t seen me in months when I just saw him that morning. He was always so happy to see me as was I to see him. He was the best Dad ever!
I have the best dad in the world. And my childhood is filled with awesome memories from eating McDonalds at his office on Saturday mornings, letting me drive the car when I was 6, and camping trips all summer. But my best memory is my wedding. My dad came to get me from the bridal room to walk down the aisle. He said, “It’s time to go. You look so beautiful”. Still brings happy tears to my eyes. Love my dad!!
My favorite memories are of following my dad around while he worked on projects. The smell of sawdust still makes me think of Dad.
My favorite memory of my father is that he read the Chronicles of Narnia series to me while I was fairly young. I’m pretty sure he read the whole thing; it must have taken quite a while.
My grandfather was the one who went to sporting events, taught me to drive, and was always there when my sister and I needed him. He was our father figure since our parents divorced when we were little.
One of my favorite memories was when my dad would give us baths and wash our hair. He would get it all soapy and make different “hairstyles”.
My father has had dementia for the past several years. He rarely says much & hardly interacts with us at all anymore. I had my son about 7 months ago. It’s his first grandson. He loves having Lucas sit on his lap & calls him by name. He also normally gives him a kiss on the forehead. It’s great to see that he at least is able to enjoy being a Grandpa.
When I was a teenager, before I had a driver’s license, my dad would drive and pick me up from anywhere. He never hesitated or thought twice about it. I always think of that as I chauffeur my kids all over!
My favorite memory is my dad teaching me to drive: on a 1960’s stick shift VW beetle!! And his compliment on my skillful “great left turn across traffic”!
All of my memories of my dad are of him taking care of his family. A wife and six children is more than some men can handle. But my dad was always there for me and my five brothers. At 89 years old, last year, my dad become a widower when my mom suddenly passed away. My dad was so strong and encouraging during that time. I had been concerned about how he would handle such a devastating loss, but he has managed to keep his wits and thrive. I praise the Lord for him.
My Dad had to have his right leg amputated above the knee 5 years ago, at the time, my older daughter was 4. My Dad was so worried that she would be afraid of him. When we went to visit him in the hospital, DD asked to see his leg. He wasn’t sure, but did, and DD said “whew! That doesn’t look bad at all – in my mind, I throwed up.” Well, my Dad, and everyone laughed so hard and loud, this tension that ha even mounting for days had just been completely broken, and all worries were over. He was so relieved :).
I have many great memories of my dad, everybody thought we had the greatest dad in the world. I just know that if I had to go somewhere or get something for class that I forgot to mention, needing help with my school projects, or just taking me to all amy after school activities he was ALWAYS there for me. I miss him so much. He was the best friend a girl could ever have.
This is a fabulous release!!! A fond memory of my dad is him holding me and singing blue eyes by Elton John whenever I would cry as a little girl it had a way of cheering me up! And we danced to it on my wedding day as well!
My favorite memory of my dad was his laugh. In particular, at Christmas someone would wrap a present within a present within a present,etc. He would laugh so hard watching the person open it. It was like the laughing babies on YouTube. Too funny. He’s been gone 8 years now but we still wrap one gift like that in his honor.
My favorite memory is waking up on the weekends and my dad would be making his famous “bus driver sandwiches”. We all LOVED it when he made them.
My fondest memories of my father-in-law are when he was in the kitchen cooking meals for the family. I think the kitchen was his favorite place to be.
My father was a man who laughed. I remember a family hike when I was very young. There was a small creek to cross. My dad found a big log and struggled with it to get it over the creek. He finally got it there, let it fall to make a bridge…but when it hit the other side, it shattered and fell into the creek. He sat down and laughed until he cried. I hope my children have also learned to laugh through my example. Thanks Dad!
One of my favorite memories of my Dad is how he would wake me up in the mornings when I was young. He would come into my room singing some song, and mixing up the words with one’s he made up. I hated it at the time (who wants to get up in the morning and go to school!), but they are special memories.
He worked hard all the time so we had plenty and never wanted a thing for himself other than for us to be happy! He is the best father!
My dad worked very hard. He had two jobs and wasn’t home very much. However, he made sure he was home for dinner each evening and we all sat down together to eat. On weekends, he would take us with him where ever he went. My very favorite memory was going to Father/Daughter Campouts with him (Girl Scouts). We always felt that we were special because he and his friends made us feel that way. During one particular campout, I fell on a rock road and skinned both hands, arms and legs. He took care of cleaning all the rocks out and carefully bandaged me. That night was square dancing night and he carefully danced with me.
My dad passed away seven years ago. I miss him every day and feel so blessed that I have so many wonderful memories to cherish. He was “a character.” He paved his own way in the world and taught me how to do the same. There was never a moment that I doubted his love for me. As I sit here thinking about all the moments with him, I’m smiling and crying. I can’t pick one moment because it wouldn’t capture everything about who he was and how he made me feel. It’s amazing that those “little” moments become the ones we treasure the most.
I spent a lot time in my Dad’s workshop with him. I learned a lot of lessons in fixing and making things that have helped me in my crafting!
We have a tradition of going skiing every winter! I also remember that we used to go Black Friday shopping every year looking for deals!
One of my favorite memories of my dad would be when we would go fishing. My dad would take my cousins and myself out on the lake. We would have such a good time.
Dad would take us kids swimming. We all learned to swim because of dads love of the water.
My dad was a railroad conductor and worked a lot of night shifts when I was younger. I remember lying in bed at night with the windows open in the summer (no central air conditioning in those days). I loved hearing the train horn across town, because that was the sound of Dad coming home. To this day, I love hearing the trains at night.
My Father used to drive us to school occasionally when we needed to get to school fast. Well, he always drove in the right hand lane down a Belmont Ave from Harlem to Pulaski. That was always an adventure. But we made it there in record time.
My favorite memory of my dad was when he came home from WWII. I was three years old at the time and one year old when he left. So I really had no memory of him except what my mom had told me. Mom had told me he was coming home and we just couldn’t wait. I was so excited when there was a knock on the door and just had to get there first. When I opened the door, there stood this man I had never seen before. (anyway in my memory) I just ran away crying. But the image of him standing there, in his uniform, has always remained in my memory.
Too many to list so I will have to go with him reading to us kids – whether it was the Bible or a piece of classic literature. This regular ritual eventually turned into an interactive endeavor, with us kids looking up words and allusions to explain to the group. Not only did this process provide the foundation of my faith, my dad also inspired my deep and abiding love of great and beautiful literature. For this and so much more, Daddy, I thank you!
I remember our family went to a park after church and I wanted to race my dad, thinking there is no way he could beat me…he smoked me. I saw him in a different light and had new respect for him after that. We are so thankful and blessed to still have our parents with us and each moment we spend with them is so special!
My favorite memory of my father….gosh I have so many but I will never forget the party I threw for him when he turned 80…I had 70 people at my house and it was the event of the century. I loved honoring him and have great memories to last me a lifetime. I miss him dearly. Thanks for asking!! It put the biggest smile on my face and warmed my heart. A great way to start the day!!
There are way too many memories of my dad to pick just one, but some of my best times were the car rides to and from college when it was just my dad and me and lots of conversation! :0)
My dad past away in 07. He was a man of integrity and honor. He served the military for over 20 years and served with pride. One of my favorite memories of dad was when he and I sold watermelons out of the back of truck when I was 11. We had the best time. Didn’t sell many watermelons but we had some great quality time together. I miss him so much. Deb
Always working in the garden to relax after a long day at work … and getting up at the crack of dawn to go pick strawberries at the community patch. I will always associate him with gardening!
My father just died a couple of months ago, so this question is very poignant for me. I can honestly say he was a best friend for 60 years. We talked about everything that happened in life, and hung out together taking pictures (his were spectacularly beautiful – especially flowers). We were close enough that it felt like we had left no stones unturned when he died at 92. At the moment, my strongest memory was his using his last bit of movement and cognition (he died with a slowly developing stroke), to hug my hand on his shoulder between his head and shoulder. He was famous wide and far for his warm bear hugs. Lucky me.
Just thinking of Dad brings a smile to my face! When I was just 5 years old and was in the hospital getting my tonsils removed, my grandma’s friend had come to visit. My Dad felt like she wasn’t doing me much good, so he calmly and firmly picked her up and relocated her outside of the room. He’s always been my great protector. Love that guy!
I have lots of wonderful memories of my father, but perhaps my favorite occurred after I left for college. Each Christmas I would come home and while my Mom was at work I would start making Christmas cookies. Dad would join me in the kitchen. He would do the dishes and act as the Chief Taste Tester while I baked. It was so nice to have some special time with him. This is a memory I treasure.
My favorite memory of my father is him letting me stand on his shoes so I could “dance” w/him at my older sisters’ weddings.
My best memories with my Dad all revolve around our annual summer holiday. This always involved a road trip and the best ones were when we took the fold down hard top camper. Dad and I were definitely the roadies and it was our job to put that camper up at every stop! We spent a lot of time touring the east coast and to this day we both still love any type of seafood but especially fried clams!
When my Dad would get home from work he’d like relax a bit before dinner. My sister and I would make him crazy “hors oeuvres” to munch on. We mix up really strange and spicy combinations and he’d always eat them. He was such a good sport and tell us how much he loved them.
He was an amazing detective and woodworking and just all around great father and I really miss him! Lots of great memories to hold onto.
I just lost my dad a few weeks ago…so I think of all the times my dad and I spent alone together. I am one of eight childrens so alone time with my dad was unique and cherished.
My favorite memory of my father was when he dropped me off for my first day of kindergarten. As we stood in the doorway, I was holding his hand and looking into the classroom. He could tell I was worried, but he smiled and it reassured me that everything would be okay.
My dad passed away two years ago, and I have had tons of time or reflect about my dad. I have tons of memories of my dad and one of my fondest memories is of him taking the time to be an extra parent for my children. I have three kids who all play sports, there were and still are many nights that we have three different games at the same time at three different fields. My dad has always been willing to help and support my family. We really miss him and his support!
So many memories! From “scaring us” at slumber parties to enjoying our hobby of photography together now. Best Dad ever!
Going to the soccer with my father.. no matter the weather we were there supporting our team.. it was nice to spend time with him..
My dad used to be a singer and bass player in a hippie band in the seventies, and my fondest memory is when he would sing to me on my birthday. I live far away from my parents now, but to this day my dad will call me and still sing my birthday wishes to me!
My dad is the kindest man ever. Always smiling and loving. I will always remember dancing the father daughter dance at my wedding. With tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. Last year we almost lost him due to heart disease, but thankfully he is now healthy and strong. He even did a marathon to raise money for heart research. Great release!
My favorite memory of my dad is not just one moment but times spent fishing and skiing with him. He was the one who helped me to develop my love of the outdoors.
I appreciate my dad for working hard to provide a good life for his family. He always supported me and did whatever he could to support my goals/dreams.
One of my favorite memories of my dad is that he used to dry my hair after my bath when I was a little girl. I also have so many great memories of times we’ve spent together with him, my mom and my own kids.
My Dad is a Such a Selfless person…always thankful and gentle speaking:)
My father passed away when I was 4 but I am very fortunate to have two brothers-in-law (much older than me!) that have stepped in through the years. Especially thankful to have them walk me down the aisle. While I don’t remember very much about my dad, I seem to have inherited a special fondness for making oyster stew just like he did :)!
I never had any strong male influence in my life, at least not positive ones.
My favourite memory of my father is my first independent memory as distinct from the “memories” we have because our family speaks about events in our early years and they become ours. I was 18 months to two years old and my father was riding his bicycle across the wooden bridge over the river in our small town. It was night-time and I was sitting on the crossbar and recall seeing the moonlight glittering the current of the river through the gaps in the planking of the bridge and feeling safely held under my dad’s cycling cape and smelling his characteristic smell of sawn wood and Virginia tobacco. After sixty years, this still speaks to me of the way that our father encouraged my brother and me out into the world .
My dad wore his hat crooked on his head… and he always fell asleep in the lazy boy reading his paper. I miss him dearly. hugs.
After Sunday dinner at my grandparents’, my dad would always lay back in the recliner and fall asleep. I would climb up onto his chest for a nap. I could hear and feel his heart beat, and I would try to match my heart beat to his. It would put me right to sleep.
I’m much like one of your very first commentors – it is that my Daddy chose for me to be his child. He married my mom after she and my biological father divorced. I was almost three. For a short while, I remember visiting with my biological father – but then the visits stopped and my Daddy adopted me. I never, ever felt like I wasn’t HIS child. He loved me just as much as he did my sister and brother.
My dad was a teacher at a HS and a college, so he always had time for us and other kids and our questions and needs. I remember in the summers we would go camping….I should have lots of those pictures to scrapbook! He was a giver and the best dad anyone could ever dream of having. Miss him so much.
My father was such a special and significant person in my life; it would be impossible to pick just one memory.
My father was a professional musician. A favorite memory was watching/listening to him play in concert.
My most fondest memories for me are of my grandpa… he was the father figure my whole life.. he passed away in 2010.. my greatest memories are all the things he got to do with my kids… so happy they had him in their lives too.. I miss he dearly!
My father died when I was 8. The few memories I have is of him is sitting around without his shirt with his glasses on and working with my mom and grandma. My family use to make purses and during deadline everyone worked even my sister and I.
Gosh, I’m not really sure what my favorite memory of my dad is. How do you choose? Something from childhood? Him with my kids now? Milestones like my wedding? I just don’t know! One of my favorites is from the slumber party I had when I was 13. He had all my friends out in the front yard in the middle of the night beating the azalea bushes for a snipe hunt. They were into it, too. My dad is a very convincing story teller and I don’t think one of those girls doubted him. It was quite a sight!
Two days before he died, my grandfather was walking with me out to the car after eating dinner with our family, and I was being a smart aleck, and he said “you’re such a start aleck, but we love her” and kissed my hand. Last thing he ever said to me, and I cherish the memory.
My favorite memory would always be when my dad showed up with a birthday cake with all the candles lit up to surprise me for my 9th birthday . We had midnight celebration on the beach. One of the best birthday ever.
My dad passed away one year ago today at the age of 95. My favorite memory of my Dad is actually many. There was never a stage that I stood on that I could not look out into the audience and not know that my dad was there. From school to church to my sermons my dad was always there.
My favorite memory of my dad is when I was in college. I was struggling with a computer programming class and ver stressed with the workload from my classes. I got a call that I had a visitor in the lobby and went out to find my dad there. He had taken the day off work and driven 4 hours too where I was going to school to take me to lunch and help me with my programs. My dad is so supportive. I know that he will always be there for me when I need it.
I didn’t have a great relationship with my father growing up (he worked an afternoon shift, and lots of overtime), but once I moved out, got married and had kids … 180 degree change. He’s now retired and watches my two children while I work We’re closer than ever, and I cherish every moment with him. My favorite memories are times he’s spent with me and the kids. He loves to play Wii with them (what a hoot!) … tickle monster, board games, etc. I think he’s making up for lost time, and I couldn’t be happier about it!
When I was young I competed in some local horse shows. At one show a horse went down and my dad jumped into the ring with the other men to help that horse even though he was really afraid of horses.
I grew up without a father as my parents were separated but I had a wonderful grandfather who had the patience of a saint when it came to a little girl who loved to involve him when she played house. He was one in a million. Cheers.
Lizzie’s new Handy Hardware designs brought back memories of my dad. I always helped him with projects around the house. He wanted me to learn how to do anything and everything whether academics or home repairs.
My favorite memory is going yard sale’ing with my dad. He finds the most amazing things at them. The best was when he went out to look for a lawn mower and came home with a Mercedes Benz. Mom was less than pleased! Lol
My favorite has to be my Dad taking us to the beach on Sundays…. the excited packing of beach gear, the checking of high tides…still fresh in my memory!
My dad was quite absent with work during the time I grew up, but I really enjoyed the times he took me out to a restaurant for dinner, once or twice a year, during the time I was studying. Luckily, my mum and dad are retired now, and I get to see them once or twice a month at least!
I remember my dad in the veggie garden with my two children when they were little, they were planting tomatoes. My dad was just as dirty as the kids, they were all laughing and having fun. Happy memories.
Recently, I had the opportunity to take a little road trip vacation with my parents and my 9 year old daughter. We drove from Houston to New Orleans to visit where he grew up and to revisit places from my childhood. For two days, my Dad drove me around and waited patiently as we photographed and reminisced and shopped and even did touristy things. We laughed so hard about so many things on that trip, and I’m so grateful for the chance to add this memory to the ones I have from being a child.
I was a daddy’s girl all the way and my memories of my dad are too many to list!
Linda
One of my favorite memories of my Dad is when I was a young girl. I remember I could always hear my Dad singing in church when the children has a special program. We were all on stage performing. No matter how packed the church was with proud parents and grandparents I was able to recognize my Dad’s strong clear voice singing those hymns. And as a parent now I still think of those special times when I’m in church and the congregation is singing a wonderful old hymn.
Miss my dad every day. I was blessed with a wonderful man for my dad. The biggest thing that makes him my hero is how he always saw the good in people–even those who didn’t have much good to find. Personal memory: he was a radio sportscaster & I spent many hours going to events with him & when I was old enough he let me help set up the equipment & read the commercials–this was the old days when everything wasn’t computerized.
I really didn’t have a strong father figure in my life growing up. When I think of a strong father, I think about the wonderful father that my husband is to our sons. He is everything to our boys that I would have wanted in a father. My favorite memories of him reading to our boys almost every night when they were little.
My brother and I still laugh at this today….when we would wrestle my dad would say “it’s always funny until somebody gets hurt”.
My grandfather was the most positive male figure for me. There are so many memories that were positive. I always spent the summer with my grandparents. I think the most memorable would be just the fact that he was an elder of his church. That influenced me in a lot of my decisions through life and even now. He always respected my grandmother even when they didn’t agree. He was a true gentleman. I love him for showing me what a husband should be like. A good man but not afraid to show that he wasn’t perfect.
Many loving memories of my late Dad. The one that stands out most is love.. unconditional love.
The flash cards that my dad MADE for me when I was in the first grade…wish I still had them!
This is a fun one! My Dad taught instumental music and marching band at our high school, and was in the local fire department marching band. One of my earliest memories of him was one day when he came home from marching in a parade and had a whole handful of balloons to surprise my mom and me with! I’ll never forget the mischievious grin on his face when he knocked on the door and my Mom opened it and there he was, in his band uniform with all those balloons!
My favorite memory is listening to the Cardinals baseball game on the radio with my dad. We didn’t even have a TV then! Summer night, baseball, and my dad – wonderful!
My favorite memories with my dad and when I was little (6 or 7) and I would ride along with him when he would work. He was a Contractor and built a lot of houses. It was a lot of fun traveling to the job sites and being his “helper”. It is some of the fondest memories I have with him. We spent a LOT of quality time together! 🙂
My father wasn’t much on saying I love you but we alway knew because he showed his love in so many ways. One of my favorite ways was when he would get down in the floor to tickle us and we would squirm like mad but also laugh like crazy. Often the cost of this little ticklefest was carpet burns but it was a small price to pay.
we had one car and my dad used to drive me to work
I would have never imagined those early morning conversations would mean so much to me later on
Sunday mornings were the best, my siblings and I would run to my parents bedroom and jump on their bed, dad would have pillow fights with us and tickle us.
My parents divorced when I was young, so I didn’t get to see my dad too much until I was older. My father figure was my Grandpa from my mother’s side of the family. I was the only one to attend and graduate from high school and college, and he was always the one to provide the encouragement to keep going and never give up, no matter how big or small my dreams may be. We used to go camping a lot, and he and I would stay up late in the night fishing under the stars. Those were my favorite moments.
One of the strongest memories of my father the times we had together when he was my track coach. We practiced together and he attended every track meet together and was my biggest fan and cheerleader, and I enjoyed succeeding in record breaking throws and making it to Provincials 🙂
This is such a sweet memory — thanks for sharing!
My dad died when I was 11. I have 3 brothers and I was the only girl. Usually my mom took care of buying birthday presents, but one year for my birthday he went out and bought me “Tinker Bell” body powder.” I remember being so touched that he took time out from his busy schedule to do that for me. Forty years later, I still have that powder, just as a keepsake to remind me of him.
I always remember going fishing with my dad.
My favorite memories are with my grandfather. He would make breakfast for us (I usually wanted cinnamon toast and hot chocolate) and we’d eat together before he left for work.
Yikes, one favorite! Well my Father has given lots of memories!! But my fave now is the moments he spends with my kids!! He is just so loving to them!
My dad used to take us camping for a week every summer. I’ll never forget the time that giant raccoons somehow picked the locks on our coolers and “stole” our food for the whole week! My dad’s reaction to finding the empty coolers is the still laughed about in our family today! 🙂
Since my dad wasn’t around much as I grew older, my father figure was my uncle. Unfortunately, we lost him when I was in high school. But I cherish every memory with him. He would take me fishing and we would go to ball games or just hang out playing cards. I miss him every day but he lives on through my memories.
Playing in the garden with my daddy 🙂 We always had a garden growing up, and I loved helping tend it (and eat everything!!) with him! Hoping DH makes those same memories with our wee one this summer!
My favorite memory of my dad, may he rest in peace, is of him holding his granddaughters and just fawning over them endlessly. He was never a better man in my eyes than when he was with his grandchildren.
My favorite memory is of my Grandpa teaching me how to polka. We used to visit my grandparents every other weekend and on Sundays after church there was this radio station that played polka music (my grandpa’s parents came over from Germany) and we would listen to it ALL morning and dance around the living room!
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Lauren
My Dad used to put me on his shoulders and walk around the house. He would pretend he didn’t see the door way and act like he was going to run me into it. We have a picture of my on his shoulders with my hands over his eyes.
My favorite memory of my dad was of the love he has shown to my own children. He has been a great grandfather and father to me too.
I was having trouble going to sleep and my dad stroked my hair. It’s very calming – my dad said he remembered I liked this as a baby.
This is a weird one, but my favorite memory is the first time I was able to scare the heck out of him! We laughed about it for hours, and “gotcha!” then became our favorite passtime.
It’s impossible to pick just one memory of times with my Dad. One favorite, though, is when he would crank up his Beatles albums and dance with my sister and me in the living room!
There are so many memories of my Dad, it is hard to choose. He passed away 12 years ago. He was always the most kind and giving person. So many good memories of him.
My dad used to rotate taking one of the four of us out for Saturday breakfast at the local ‘greasy spoon’ (I don’t actually even know the name of the restaurant). It was fun because you could order whatever you wanted, including juice….which NEVER happened when all six of us went out!
I have many favorite memories with my Dad, but one fitting this PTI release is the nights while growing up when he would get out his telescope, set it up in our yard, and show us the moon and stars and Milky Way.
One of my favorite memories is making cakes in my easy-bake oven for my father. He would eat every one and say they were delicious, even the ones where I decided to be “inventive” and add berries from the garden to the mix.
When my sister and I were little, my dad would dress up in an old tacky suit and tie and we got to push him in the pool as soon as the weather was warm enough for swimming. It was always hilarious and we had so much fun playing! Sort of like the ‘opening ceremonies’ for the swimming season to begin!
Thanks for the chance to win!
Seeing my newborn son asleep on my father who wouldn’t move in case he woke him up.
My dad has been gone for quite sometime but I will always remember how much he loved me and wanted to make sure I was okay. I will also always remember his great sense of humor and fondness for playing jokes on people…especially his brother (my uncle) who lived up the street from us!
I could not possibly think of a single favorite memory of my dad! But, something that I always enjoyed was watching sports with him. He taught me about all the games and took me to many as well. Good thing I was a major tomboy! I’m so excited for the new stamps sets this month because they remind me of those times and I can’t wait to make this year’s Father’s Day card!
My dad and I would always do the hidden picture puzzle in the Highlights magazine together. He always had time for me not matter what was going on.
My favorite memory from childhood with my dad is having him brush my hair. I had very long hair, and he would be so patient and gentle and brush as long as it took to get out any snarls without a single ouch.
Hmmm ~ if I had to pick one single memory ~ it would be the day he took me to see the Packers play ~ when they still played at Milwaukee County Stadium. With three siblings, we didn’t have much one-on-one time together. I have to say that knowing he has always been there for me when I needed anything is the biggest comfort. (How would I have ever known to wiggle that wire when my car wouldn’t start?) One other “crazy” memory that my siblings all laugh at would be when both talked about “war” stories from our jobs (me being a nurse and my Dad working in law enforcement his entire career.
Wow – just one memory? My father was the most spectacular person I have ever known. I just can’t pick only one memory – soooooo many things are popping into my head. I love that my daughter had a relationship with him much like mine. He is my hero, and he is her hero too. He made me feel safe, he made me feel special, he made me feel loved, he made me feel cherished.
My favorite memory of my father was when I was growing up. We didn’t have much money, but it was important to him to go away for two weeks during the summer just to have some fun and alone time with his family. We had a lot of great summers!!!
Just the fact that I had THE BEST Dad is the greatest memory for me. He truly was the best!
While it’s not a favorite memory, it’s definitely strong-when the Gulf War broke out, being a young teenager, I panicked when it was announced that things had turned for the worse overseas. My parents were volunteering at a group that showed support for the troops and the war by sending supplies there. My father was on the phone with me (I happened to be alone at our house) and was calming me down, telling me we’d be ok. He really helped me by being calm, not treating me like a child and just listening.
My dad was a self-employed mechanic when I was growing up & I was home-schooled. Some of my favorite memories involve me lugging all my school books to go to work with him in his truck (he had all his toolboxes on the back). I’d do my school work while he worked on whatever vehicle, we’d get deli sandwiches for lunch, & just visit while we ate. It was a blast!
Decades ago, my Dad took me to one of those classic five-and-dime stores to pick out a small holiday gift for my kindergarden teacher. I decided upon a huge pink eraser! I have always remembered with fondness our shared mission to acquire this small gift.
I remember how patient my dad was when I was looking at colleges. He took me everywhere, time and again, and never seemed to mind.
My best memory is how my father would take me and my sister out shopping for dresses when we were about five or six years old. We lived in the city, Montréal, and he was so proud to walk down the sidewalks, showing off his daughters to everyone (or at least that’s the feeling I had).
My favorite memory would have to be of my great uncle Otto who would set up an elabrate tent made from blankets and the clothesline in his yard, for his 4 granddaughters and me. We would play for hours in the heat of the summer and then he and my aunt would serve us lunch, like an outdoor cafe.
I have many memories I still share with my dear Dad, of all ther places he took us as children, the way he gave us wings but made sure we knew how to fly and the fun he has with all of his Grandchildren – bless him!
My dad is a very religious man and I always looked forward to going to church with him on Sundays. He loves to sing the hymns and was very adamant about going every Sunday, even when we were on vacation. I have tried to instill that in my kids and hope they will be half the man my dad is, devoted to his family and faith.
My dad is 85 and he and I still go pick strawberries every year together. It’s our tradition. He gives most of his away to family and friends. He’s always been such a giving person and always thinks of others first. I’m so grateful he’s my dad!
My dad taking care of me when I was sick or reding to my wounds when I fell. I missy dad 🙁
I’ve been my dad’s buddy for as long as I remember. My favorite memories are when we would walk together in the morning. Most days we’d leave the house at 6:00, walk, stop and play at the park, and then come home and play the game “Sorry”. We laughed, talked about a lot of things (as we sometimes went even through my high school years), and just loved being together. He truly is my hero.
My dad always had a way of making us laugh. We had lots of fun times together. 🙂
My favorite memories of my dad are his singing “happy birthday” to me over the phone – every year we were apart. He did this up until a few years ago, when his various ailments just made it difficult for him to remember everything. I miss his goofy singing, and even though I might’ve been embarrassed hearing his voice on my answering machine, I would be so happy to hear it now!
I meant to type “attending” not reding.
My favorite memories of my dad are when he became a grandpa. While he wasn’t very affectionate with us growing up, he loved his grandkids with all of his heart. He’d walk hand in hand with his small grandsons; he’d play dolls with his granddaughters. He died 5 months after my second daughter was born and I have the most precious memory of a day spent at the park with my dad, my 3 year old, and my infant daughter. He carried the little one around while the older one played on the slides.
My favorite memory of my Dad was our Father/Daughter nights when we’d go see a movie and then go have apple pie afterwards!
Chris L.
One of my most cherished memories of my father is when he took my sister and I to a ‘Father, Daughter’ dance. We were all dressed up and had so much fun. He let us stand on his feet and he ‘danced’ us around the room. Priceless.
My dad is such a big part of my life! It is hard to pick just one memory as a favorite. But, one thing that always sticks in my mind is when my mom would work at night and my dad would make us pancakes for supper. Even though he is not the best cook, he is the BEST dad!
My favorite memories of my Dad are him singing all the old tunes – he could not read music but he could pick up any instrument and play from a trumpet to a harmonica. He is still alive with dementia and while he struggles to remember words – he can still recall songs and loves music.
i’m not very close with my dad but i spent a lot of time with my grandpa growing up. he was a dairy farm milk tester and one of my favorite memories was getting to help him do the milk when i was elementary aged…organize the milk tubes in alphabetical order by the cows’ names and insert the testing pills. they had such cute names and i always felt so special. it took him double the time to get his work done with me “helping” but it was always something special that we did together 🙂
a favourite memory is when the school I worked at about 15 years ago did a Western Theme. My dad brought one of his horses to the school to give each of my students a ride and have their picture taken on the horse. Inside his saddlebags he had Tootsie Pops for them, just like he did for the grandkids. It was very sweet 🙂
My father passed away 8 years ago. He was full of adventure and always took the road less traveled..literally. He loved taking a drive and then turning off onto a gravel road in the middle of nowhere to see where it took us and what you could see off the beaten path. Miss him terribly!
My father is deceased, but I have many wonderful memories of the family trips we took every summer to “discover America”….always an educational endeavor. No Hollywood stars’ homes…Mt. Palomar for us. Heating our lunch of Dinty Moore stew on the engine of the car…my dad was an electrical engineer with numerous patents to his name. Treasured memories, for sure.
My favorite memory about my father is how generous he is. He is always helping others in so many different ways. I strive to be as giving as he is!
My dad is in heaven now and I miss him every day. He was a great guy and everyone loved him. One day, he asked me to go to the bank for him, which was odd (never did his banking!). When I drove up to the window, there was a large photo of my dad holding his dog, P.J., with a big smile. He was “customer of the month”! That story illustrates how my dad was loved by all!!
I don’t have any memories of my father, I was raised by my Mom. I’m sure he was a good man and we would have had many memories.
My dad has been gone for quite some time now .. My favorite memory is the look on his face in a photo I have of the two of us on my wedding day – the love shines through his eyes.
Spending time with my dad at baseball games. We never cheered for the same teams but we always had so much fun!
I have too many good memories of my Grandpa for there to be a favorite. He was a good man. I loved staying with Gran and Grandpa. The routine they had. In the evening just before bed Grandpa would set the table for breakfast. I loved the buzz of his shaver in the morning where he would shave in the kitchen as there was no power point in the bathroom. How he would stir us kids up and was immensely proud of ‘The World’s Biggest Stirrer’ spoon that hung on the kitchen wall. How I felt loved, not a memory, but a feeling.
I have many memories of my Dad, but one that was funny was when I was still quite young, and I caught my Dad checking out his presents under the Christmas tree! He looked pretty sheepish when I asked what he was doing…..
For me it was my Granddady he always would come and visit every Sunday and we would go out to brunch after church. I miss him dearly but am glad that I was able to share my memories of him w/my kids. He always said I get my funny bone from him & I think it really is true.
Throwing the frisbee in our yard on the farm is a great memory. Still enjoy it now that they’ve moved to the city, but the street isn’t nearly as forgiving as grass 🙂
When I was a freshman in college we spent a weekend just the 2 of us in a cabin on a lake and he helped me make Christmas presents for the family.
I used to love when my dad made pancakes. No one makes them quite like him!
My favorite memories of my dad involved baseball. He taught me how to throw and use a glove. He also taught me how to keep score at a game. Even though my dad died 20 years ago, I’m still a huge baseball fan. Thank you for coming out with the ‘7th Inning Stretch’ set this month, I can’t wait to use it 🙂
This one is going to make me cry. My favorite memory is all of the rides I took with him in the back of his semi truck as a kid. And all of the great lunches at truck stops – such yummy food.
There are too many to chose. He’s been gone for 14 years now, but my memories keep him alive.
My dad and I liked to fish together each summer on our family’s summer vacation. Some great memories were made over fishing poles and bait!
Some of the best memories of my dad are of us fishing. The very first time he ever took me fishing, I was just 3. It started raining and my dad took out his fishing poncho so I would remain dry. I can still see his big smile and hear him laughing as he was getting drenched all the while I remained dry in that big oversized poncho.
How can a single favorite memory be chosen?! There are so many!! His not-so-successful attempts at cooking … riding in the little trailer behind the lawn tractor with my young son sitting between his legs … yodeling through the house … sleepy Sunday afternoons in the squeaky rocking chair. He died of cancer in 1986 at the age of 49. A great man, greatly missed.
Every so often my dad would take us kids with him and he would buy us a pepsi and jerky a big treat for us kids than as we were driving when we would go up over a hill he would say. “get ready we are going to fly” us kids loved that. LOL
My dad raised race horses and I would get to go to the races with him, only me and I loved that. I was the only one out of 4 kids that loved the horses to this day I still have horses not race horses but registered quarter horses just like him. He was my step dad but he truly was the only dad in mind I had. And he loved my son so much. He is gone now but I miss he everyday.
So you ladies that still have your dads cherish them because you don’t know how long you will have them.
great camping and boating vacations – and the way he fried up fresh caught trout!
The first thing that came to mind was my Uncle fussing over my bouquet at my wedding.
Though we only had 24 1/2 years together, I have so many wonderful memories. We always went to Cape Cod and Montauk in the summer and I can still picture my father cleaning the fish he caught.
I lost my father 16 years ago and the strongest feeling about him is that he was always there to help… and would always love me no matter what…..
Mine is of my Dad guiding me on my bicycle, learning to ride without training wheels. Also teaching me to drive a car…
I miss him so much.
My FAVORITE Memory of My Father was when he first looked at me on my wedding day to walk me down the aisle. I will never forget the expression on his face that almost brought us both to tears. His look told that I took his breathe away and he was so proud to be able to walk his only girl down the aisle.
My Grandfather was the father figure in my life growing up. He was a talented wood worker and designer. Whenever I would ask him to play with me, his response would always be “What do you want to make?” I cherish all the times we worked in his shop creating silly and wonderful things out of wood.
I always remember our fishing trips with fondness. We would take the canoe, my mom would pack a lunch and we would drive out to Manning Park for a day of fishing and canoeing. Very peaceful!
One of my favorite memories of my Dad is throughout high school. He drove to work at that time and he dropped me off at school every morning. It was a short drive, usually only 20 minutes or so, but it was really nice to just have that one on one time for talking and silly banter.
My dad’s the BEST ever! He’s very supportive, very understanding & very very kind. Never loses his patience with me. Never says a bad word to me. I’m very grateful for having him in my life, and hope that he’ll live till I’m 100 🙂 My favourite memo of my dad is a movie theatre visit when I was 13, I think. It was an absolutely trashy kung-fu movie, and we had a blast laughing. Precious!!!
My Papa’s homemade hot cocoa. He would boil milk, sugar and Hershey’s cocoa on the stove and serve it with a piece of buttered toast cut in thirds (for easy dipping). I miss him dearly.
My father passed away when I was 15 years old, so all I have are memories. My favorite memory isn’t of the unusual and extraordinary moments, but of the ordinary and everyday ones. I remember him returning home from work each day and how we kids would all run to the door and leap into his arms, so excited he was home. I remember him reading devotions to us at the dinner table or him telling us funny stories from his day. He made sure we always felt special and loved. And I also remember the silly moments, like when there was a sun shower and we all ran outside and danced in the rain together. I think my father knew that memories are the stuff of life. I wish every day he were still here, but I’m grateful he created so many memories for us to cherish always.
I come from a divorced family, so my favorite memory is in the summer, spending time with my dad. He is a surveyor and it was so fun to go around doing surveys and learning about the layout of the land and how it all worked. I enjoyed learning about counties, and courthouses, fetching the plats for the properties we were going together! 🙂
My favorite memory is riding on my dad’s motorcycle. I loved that. I can still remember the smell of the helmet even. Such fun times for me.
Some of my favorite memories of my father are spending time with his parents when I was a girl. Almost every weekend in the summer we would all load up in the car and go to visit grandpa and grandma for the weekend. We always so enjoyed those visits.
My parents were divorced. But my father came and picked up my brother and I every weekend! And he let us take turns picking what we wanted to do. And every week after church we went to the movies. And on my weekends, we sat as a family and saw every disney movie as they came to the theater. What fun! I still love it when we take walks together and just talk and talk and talk!
One of my favorite memories is my dad surprising the family with a trip to Europe so we could meet his mother, my grandmother, for the first time.
Making my dad a cake from my easy bake oven and taking it to him after work one day when he was reclining in his chair after work. He seemed so appreciative and I remember feeling so very proud.
My father played the violin and had a love of classical music which he shared and imparted to me. He would get up at 5:30am and help me practice my violin. We lived close to his office and he would come home at lunch and play his violin, so during the summer months or when I was home sick from school I would love to hear him practice. He died in 1995 but his memory lives on each time I listen to classical music – especially those treasured violin solos.
My dad used to leave these long notes for my sisters and me after my mom left. The notes were always full of encouragement and reminders of our responsibilities. I still have several of the notes.
A trip we took by ourselves to Mount Vernon when I was a little girl!
My Papa was the father figure in my life and throughout my childhood, he and I would sit side by side in his recliner. As I got older, we couldn’t sit side by side and we constantly picked on each other about who was getting bigger me or him. I smile just thinking about it!!
My dad had four girls to contend with and he loved to play with us and make us laugh. One day when my little sister was just a baby, he put this suction cup toy on his forehead and wiggled his head in her face to make her giggle. She giggled long and hard and when he tried to get the toy off his forehead quite a while later, it wouldn’t come off. By the time they finally got it off, it had raised a large red bloody spot on his forehead which stayed there for over a week through his salesman duties, his church duties, and his Boy Scout duties.
During my childhood, my dad used to work out of town. I remember getting back from school every Friday, knowing that any time we’ll hear his car. One day, as we all run out to receive him, he told us to open the car’s back door, when we did, I beautiful cocker spaniel jumped out! We named her “Mancha” (spot in Soanish.
Dancing with my dad…first he would carry me because I was so short/small and he was so tall. Then as I grew older I would step on his feet because no matter what he was always going to be taller than me and I’d always look up to him. He was the best, the best.
My father had 2 daughters ( my sister and me) and at night we would kiss him good night on the cheek. If I kissed his right cheek her would hang his head to the right until my sister came and kissed his left cheek to ‘even’ him out. IT is hard to explain but I still remember that, super sweet.
My father has always been my rock. He is always there and has always supported all my ventures. He loves that I craft and comes to all my shows. 🙂 God broke the mold after he made my dad because He made him special for me and my sister.
My favorite memories of my dad involve being creative – the most recent one being how we worked together on a special gift for a new baby.
I remember Dad among his tomato plants in the summertime. Whenever I pick a tomato and smell that cut stem it takes me back.
Daddy was of the belief that you should not spend every dime you earned but save for a rainy day. The first Christmas that I had a job and was earning my own money, I bought him a navy blue sports coat. He had a chance to say his famous words, “You should not have spent your money on me. You need to save your money.” But I could tell that it really touched him. He was the most kind and gentle man.
My strongest memory of my dad was when I was 16 and having my first baby. I was very scared when I was told I will have to have a c-section at such a young age and it was not a bikini cut like rhey have today! My dad stayed wirh me all the time with me and ir was also the time I remember most my dad telling me he loved me. My dad is a very strong man in character and I love him dearly!
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My favorite memory of my dad is seeing him on his motorcycle. Oh how he loved his bikes. From an early age I remember riding behind him and holding on tight. I miss him so much.
My memories are that he always cared about me and other people.
One of my favorite memories of my daddy happen when I was about 11 yrs old. Me and my siblings were all asleep. My daddy woke us all up and told us to get dressed. He drove the family out to White Rock Lake and we cooked hotdogs, roasted marshmallows and played all night. We had a great time.
I inherited my sense of humor from my dad, so we’d have moments when I couldn’t breath because I was laughing so hard! That was our special connection!
Well my dad is a great shopper. Some of my favorite memories are his asking of my opinion on certain things like shoes. He would model them and ask you what you thought about 10 times! Thinking of it always makes me laugh!
My Dad has always been the best cook in our family, so all of my memories revolve around him loving to cook for all of his family and friends. I have been slowly trying to learn all of his Filipino recipes so that his spirit and great food will always be around!
Daddy died of cancer when I was eight years old, so he started getting sick when I was about 6-6 1/2…not a lot of time for making memories. My favorite memory was just being with Daddy…riding with him to check the cows and stopping on the way home to shoot the breeze with some buddies at the drug store. They always asked who I was, and he would always answer, “That’s my shadow”. I loved being my Daddy’s shadow! And, I still do…46 years later.
My favorite memorie of my dad were father daughters dates to the movies, he would see what ever I picked! I love that man!
It’s not one memory in general, but it’s just how my step- dad treated me like one of his own. When I had my first DS, I named him after my step-dad. The two had a bond like no other!
My grandfather is my father figure… He’s taught me everything from learning to swim to being a kind and humble person. He’s the best, and I am one very lucky girl!!
My favourite memory of my Dad is from when I was about 3 years old. I loved climbing up onto his lap and just feeling so safe and secure
I have so many memories of my father but one of my favorite is the summer he taught me and my brother how to swim.
I have many wonderful memories of my father. He was strict, but loving. I especially remember when he would be the one to come to talk to me in my room when my brothers had teased me or I had been sent to my room. It didn’t happen often, but he could really make a difference.
My father has always been there for me and I can fondly remember family vacations when we did simple things like playing card games in a cabin or fishing and swimming in a creek.
I remember my dad was always there for us from cheering us on at sports to getting down on the floor to play board games.
I always had a ‘hard’ relationship with my dad. He used to be very strict and we used to argue a lot… still do because he is very stubborn, but so am I ( I think I take after him)…
But now that I think of it, I have so many sweet little memories… like when he took my splinters out, or when he taught me how to ride my bike… or taught me target shooting…
My Dad was a gentle, very hard working man who provided for a family of 13 children. He loved my Mom with all his heart until he passed away on one Christmas morning. He played piano and loved to sing. Many nights I would jump up on his knee and he would sing until I fell asleep or was near asleep. Then he carried me to my bed. Precious memories!
My favorite memory of my dad is that he would sit and read the newspaper with his ankle resting up on the opposite knee which would create something of a triangle just big enough for a little girl (me) to pop up through. I loved the smile on his face when I would pop up to say, “hi!”
My Dad always shows his love by his actions and how he has cared for me throughout my life. I love him so much.
My Dad was a very hands on father. He died 8 years ago at the age of 80. There are very many great memories and it’s hard to pick just one, but I guess some of them were Dad downhill skiing with us until just a few years before he died. Dad remained very youthful at heart and never wanted to slow down. 🙂
I think my strongest memory of my DADDY, he wasn’t a Dad, he was a DADDY, was what a hard worker he was and how much he loved his family. He died 12 years ago and I still miss him so much.
My husband has the same qualities ~ he loves his family more than his own life!
Susan
As a very young man, my father was severely injured while in the Navy. He lost one leg below the knee and had the other fused at the knee.He NEVER let this stop him from enjoying life or doing the activities with his four kids that any loving father enjoyed. I still picture him removing his prosthetic leg on the dock at the lake house and diving in to join us in the water.
Love all of the memories of my dad! He is a hard worker, a great cook – especially dutch oven, and his family comes first!
My dad was a traveling salesman so he wasn’t home that much but one of my favorite memories of him was one day walking into the house with a tiny little kitten in his jacket pocket. He always brought me a present when he came home…could be silly stuff like the paper band off a cigar, a game or that little kitten.
It’s pretty hard to choose just one memeory, but one that very quintessential Dad is sitting around the campfire at the lake playing his guitar.
My favorite memory was when he taught me how to play baseball and the time we practiced together.
My favorite memory with my Dad was fishing. He took just me and we spent the whole day together….no pesky little sister in tow =D
Besides the wonderful lessons my dad taught me about working hard and being responsible, my favorite memory of him was playing tennis together. I never had an interest in tennis, but when I was in middle school all my friends were taking ski lessons in the winter. I really wanted to too, so I begged my parents. My dad finally caved and said, “Yes,” only if I learned how to play tennis so we could play together. I not very enthusiastically said,”Yes.” It turned out I loved tennis and had a lot of fun playing (and sometimes beating!) him. It’s a sport I still love to play every once ina while.
I was a tom boy growing up so I tended to want to hang with my dad. We would go fishing, or go to the movies. My favorite was the Star Wars Trilogy. My family (all 4 of us) would go the movies and my mom and sister would go in one direction (to a girlie movie) and my dad and I would head off to see what Luke Skywalker would do next! We still walk together every Saturday morning. As we walk around the track we talk and catch up on the week (he says after we catch up we solve the world’s problems haha) I love my dad!!
My Dad was totally committed to and loved my Mom. He was an awesome provider, always working and always making sure everything worked! He was always there for us too… lots of driving us around to go ice skating, sledding in the Winter and church activities anytime! He never complained.
Fishing trips with my dad when I was young stick with me to this day. We would get up early…like 3am early… and head up to the mountains. Sometimes it was so cold, he would wrap us kids up in huge trash bags to keep us warm. I usually caught the first fish!
When i was very young, we would do “tricks” every night before bed. Daddy would put me up in the air with his feet while lying on his back. I would just giggle and giggle. My dad is 85 now and still going strong, although, we don’t “do tricks” anymore!!!
My favorite memory of my Dad was he and I sitting on the couch on Sunday afternoons while he read the comics to me. He always had time to spend with me. I miss him so much.
Wow! The design team really did a great job! My favorite memory of my dad is of my third father due to divorce and remarriages. He sold his boat so that he could adopt me and my three siblings. He then saved up to buy another boat that we used for many years and created some fun memories. Then he sold his boat again to help pay for my wedding. He is the greatest dad anyone could ever ask for.
One of my favorite memories of my dad was when he would tie our red wagon to the back of his tractor and take us for rides around the farm. We only lived on the farm until I was 6 years old but I have a lot of memories of those days.
I used to (and still do) love it when my father took us on “moose safari” when we were on vacation at my uncle’s cabin in the forest. We would drive the car through the forest roads and look for moose in the early evening =)
My dad is amazing! I have learned so much just by watching him live his life. He is the real deal, every day, in good situations and difficult. He is a great example of how to love God and to love others well. I have been so blessed to have him as my dad and my friend!
Since my dad left when I was little, I´m happy to watch how my husband is a great father to our three kids. I hope that counts for fond memories as well? I surely hope our kids will have lots of memories of their dad spending time with them, repairing their bikes together with them etc.
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The favorite memory of my father is how generous and patient he always was with me. Every year just he and I would go to Kennywood, an amusement park in Pittsburgh, Pa., for a day of fun. How I looked forward to those times.
I cannot choose just one. My father was a special man who did his best to take care of his family. I remember his voice, the twinkle in his eye. If you’ve had a good dad in your life no words seem adequate to describe him.
My favorite memory with my father was when I took summer school and he stayed behind with me to cook for me while my mom and brother went back to Hong Kong. It was the best summer spent with my dad!
My dad is a can-do person-he worked full-time, took care of the yard and garden, fixed our cars, did remodeling, and was a pretty good cook. Later, he took care of my mom when she had Alzheimer’s. He still lives by himself, gardens, mows, cooks, plays golf- he is my hero!
My dad was fabulous! We spent our summers water skiing and tubing; it was a blast! Later, our family would sit around a fire and roast marshmellows and weiners. It just doesn’t get any better. I’m lucky to have such a wonderful father in my life.
My grandfather used to bring us Chiclets gum every time he visited. Such a small gesture, but one we all looked forward to.
My favorite memory of a father figure is of my step-grandfather. We used to visit Grandma’s house every weekend, and on Sunday morning, Grandpa would take me and my sister to the local bakery and buy us donuts and chocolate milk.
My dad was a really good cook and he would always make french fries, after they were fried he would put them in a big brown paper bag with salt and we would all take turns shaking the bag!
One of my favorites was when we played the crazy hand game. where my dad would shake his hands all kinds of ways and chase us around the house until he cought us and tickled us while screaming the “the crazy hand’s gottcha”. Needles to say there was tons of screaming & laughing!
I always know that my Dad is there. Several years ago he flew down to help me drive back to visit him and my mom while my husband was deployed. My son was 8 months and had reflux and colic. Needless to say, my Dad was a trooper when he cried for most of the two day drive!
My favorite memory of my Dad is going to the Detroit Tigers opening day in the 70s. One particular year it was just so freezing cold, and we sat and drank hot chocolate and watched our Tigers lose.
My father was a mechanic and seemed to always be in our garage, or under our car! I logged a lot of hours under the car with him.
unfortunatelly i didn have a father figure in my life .But i did have a wonderful grandfather and uncle who i miss so much …
My dad was at work a lot when I was growing up, but he always made time for his little girl when he could. I fondly remember him teaching me semaphore and the morse code when I was learning to sail, so I could be a sailor like him!
One of my fondest memories of my dad was the time we spent at his tool bench in the basement of my childhood house. He taught me about all his different tools and what each one could do. I am very proud of the fact that whenever my husband asks for a tool no matter what it is I can find it. Oh, and by the way, I also can use each and every one of them too!
My memory of my dad is that he was always there for me.
I especially remember his rose bushes that he started from cuttings. We had rose bushes linning our backyard fence and around our front porch.
My fondest memory of my father is of him reclined in his chair with my 5 month old daughter sitting on on his stomach. She was “discovering her voice” and making these sounds straight out of the exorcist and my dad was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath. He is not with us anymore, but that memory always makes me smile.
My favorite memory was when my dad came back after a long deployment. I was little at the time and missed him very much while he was gone.
My favorite memories include camping with my dad…and I he just always goes, goes, goes!!! The man can’t sit still!!
Back in the day we kept a barrel for paper to be burned (!) . On the summer nights when he would burn all that clean but waste paper, he would dump the barrel & let us crawl in the empty barrel & roll down the backyard hill. I loved the thrill of the ride & the fun having the whole family together in the backyard!
My fondest memory of my father is remembering how very much he spoiled my children. He always had their favorite treat with him when he stopped to visit!
My favorite memories of my Dad are times we spent playing softball in the backyard. He was so excited when I wanted to learn how to play! He was a great coach and never missed my games growing up!
My dad chopping down our Christmas Tree and trimming it until it was a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree!
Many memories, but one that stands out is my father teaching me to drive a stick shift, yelling “clutch” – “up” to try to help me get the feel, and keep from stalling.
Every thanksgiving, my dad makes homemade stuffing from scratch and it is something we all look forward to. It has been a tradition for as long as I can remember!
My favorite memory with my Dad was when he took me fishing as a kid.
My dad was a father to three girls. Yet every spring he would dedicate hours coaching a boy~s baseball team. He believed every boy should play regardless of skill level. I remember cheering his team on at many games. this is my favorite memory.
I cannot pick just one! All I can share is that I was Daddy’s girl! and sadly lost him when I was only 11 yrs
I don’t have much memory for my father, but he managed to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. that made it all special and memorable that words cannot describe.
One of my favorite memories of my dad was when we went on vacation with my parents. At the time we had five kids with the youngest being less than 2 months old and suffering from colic. During that week, my dad would walk with me while I tried to soothe my very fussy baby. We had a lot of good talks and I would say that was one of the times I felt very close to him. Unfortunately, he passed away less than three weeks later from a heart attack.
Taking my parents away on a much deserved vacation, we were having a great time and my Dad said to me that it was the best vacation he had ever been on. That memory stays with me now that he is gone.
Probably one of my favorite memories of growing up with my dad was waking up to the smell of pancakes on a Sunday morning and my dad singing along to John Denver songs which he was probably plaing on his 8 track cassette player.
My Dad is 86 years young and I have so many wonderful memories with him. He is the kindest and funniest man you would meet. Everybody loves my Dad and one memory that stands out is the day he walked in the door after a thunderstorm with a blue budgie standing on his finger. He said “look what was sitting on the fender of my car at the hardware store”! The bird loved him too. We had Woodstock for 7 more years after that.
Some of my favorite memories are of our Easter picnics in the mountains, roasting hotdogs and marshmallows over a fire and mom’s potato salad. Growing up, we didn’t have much and couldn’t afford vacations…so our picnics were special times for us.
My father always encouraged me academically & made it clear that I could do anything. He gave me the confidence to go to college and graduate school. I’m now retired after a successful career, and know that he is a huge part of my success.
My grandfather influenced me with his prayer life and quiet guidance.
A favorite memory I have of my dad is him taking me to the ballet. He would have probably rather have been anywhere else but he came because he knew I wanted to go.
I have so many awesome memories of my dad but since I have to pick one I will pick how he loved kids and my daughter was his only grand child and when we went to visit my parents we went to the beach and he sat and made sand castles with her for hours.
I remember my Father as a patient man. An engineer tutoring his youngest daughter(me) with very simple algebra. This is only one of so many beautiful I will treasure of my Faher.
My favorite memory has to be travelling to China with my father to adopt my DD. My husband had taken sick with malignant melanoma and was hospitalized at the time we were to go to pick up our precious bundle, and my father stepped up to accompany me. He was SO incredible on the trip – offering me unending support and love, which I will never forget. In my eyes, he is the most incredible man alive!!!!!
It’s very difficult to come up with only one favorite memory of my Dad because it was such a big influence in my life. However, my fondest memories are the winters my parents would come to Washington from Minnesota to visit. They started out with a one-week visit and each winter they’d stay longer, up to 3 months every year, until his death. He was the type who didn’t want to travel but loved coming to our house and escaping the harsh MN winters. We created all kinds of memories together but one that stands out is playing Pictionary. The word was “disco” as I thought to myself I doubt he’d even know what that was and as I was attempting to draw something, his partner yelled out the word. I was in awe. Come to find out, he just wrote the word on the paper. We laughed until we cried.
My dad passed away seven years ago and he had been ill the last couple years of his life. Up til then, my dad was not very demonstrative with his feelings but in those last two years we talked more than we had the previous 40+ years. I will always remember those visits!
One very snowy and icy weekend day, my dad took me to my part time job, so I didn’t have to drive. Once we got there, he started doing donuts ( spinning around) in the very empty parking lot!!! That was about 30 years ago and still makes me smile!! To my knowledge, he is is staying home on snowy, icy days and hasn’t done donuts for awhile!!
I remember all the little nuggets of wisdom he said at random times He will never know the impact and lasting impression some of those words have had on me
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My Dad the strongest in heart and a very idle person who never talks or shares his feeling, even having so much love never showed us, bcos of it i always had the figure that he is rough n harsh….. but he loves us and only us…. and the best moment was when we all (family and frnds) started in a big bus to My engagement in a beautiful resort he came to me and kissed me in the forehead, the best moment with my dad ever… yes i felt his love for me….. I LOVE U DAD,,,,
My father moved away when I was young so I don’t remember too much. I do remember going with him to the bagel store on the weekend. The best part was being able to eat a warm bagel on the way home.
It is so hard to narrow down the memories of my father. He was such a talent man, built the first house I ever lived in, his musician talent , drawing talent that I loved standing by his drawing table and watch his drawings develop and then later I worked side by side with him in his screen printing business. Then helping in his care in his later years up until his passing. I love and miss him dearly.
My dad had polio as a child. He never walked fully upright. He worked and supported a family and didn’t let that disability hold him back. He died thirty eight years ago at the very young age of 41. Miss him every day.
I have a coworker that gives me advice constantly and I’m so thankful for that. He’s like the big brother I never had but always wanted!
Having him help me build a bird feeder for a school project. When it was done it had shingles and siding. He obviously took the project over!
My Dad was a career Navy man who was gone for six months at a time aboard a ship until I was in the fifth grade. Like many “brats”, I remember things by where I lived at the time they occurred. Best and strongest memories of those early years are when we were waiting for him to come off that huge aircraft carrier with the other 4000+ men. Daddy was home after being gone for an eternity it seemed like!
Love the memory of Daddy dancing with my sisters and me every Saturday night to the tunes of the Lawrence Welk show!
My favorite memories are of me and Daddy fishing. He’d patiently retrieve my line from whatever I’d hooked it on and now that I think of it, I was the only one fishing since he was so busy helping me!
One of my favorite memories of my Dad has to be him watching my figure skating practices. It always made me feel special to look up in the stands and see him there watching me (quite only the only one in the stands).
My Dad passed away when I was only 25. Fortunately for me, I was the only daughter out of 3 girls he was able to walk down the isle. Hence, my favorite memory is a picture of the two of us looking at each other just before we started that walk (37 years ago!).
My favorite memories of my dad are the early Saturday morning conversations we had when I was growing up. My dad passed away over 20 years ago, I miss hearing his voice.
I have to believe my favorite memory of my father is when he told my aunt (his sister) that had it not been for the presence of my son Michael in his life – at a time when my dad lost 3 of his 5 brothers over the course of 18 months – he would have lost all will to go on. I will always remember and be thankful that my son was able to spend so much time with and be so important to his grandfather growing up…..
Believe it or not, our weekly washing the cars and cleaning out the garage ritual when I as young. Right now, we do the crossword puzzle. Over the phone, which is a bit hard but fun.
All the ones when he was so mad at whatever went wrong and as he was trying to be stern, all the time my mom and I would be trying not to laugh because whatever it was that went wrong wasn’t anything to get so worked up about, so as he’s talking he’s trying not to laugh with us, but finally he just busts out laughing.
I don’t have one specific memory of my Dad but he was a Jack of all trades. I could call him and he would know the answer for me whether it be gardening, cooking, electronics or automotive I could always count on him for help. He always had a joke or funny story to share each time we talked, so I miss him dearly.
One of my favorite memories was of my stepfather taking me to a Father-Daughter dinner dance when I was in grade school. I got to wear a really fancy dress and we had a very fun evening.
I had a great Dad, when my parents divorced he took me to live with him form Utah, to comrade and was my sole parent. We had a lot of ups and downs but all that stoped when I came down with a strange syndrome called gillian barre with n a week I was totally paralyzed I couldn’t even move my face and no one including the doctors knew what I had my hubby had to work during the day and I couldn’t no ANYTHING for myself, my dad was SO worried for me he took me home with him and did everything for me, he would go into my room in the morning and open the curtains and get me out of be pick me up and put me in my wheelchair, take me to doc appointments , i could see in his eyes he was SO scared for me. until they found out what was wrong 4 months later. I recoved from that fully in a year, soon after that we found out the same thing was happening to him but iat a much slower pace, after a slow progression he was diagnosed with ALS ( Lou garigs disiese) he had 3 years to live. It was now my time to help him, unfortunately it wouldn’t be to help him get better it would be to keep him comfy, I truly believe things happened for a reason in this case. I miss you DAD.
I had a very good father. He took good care of us and loved us very much. One of my best memories is going fishing with my dad, from when I was a little kid. I love him and miss him!
I used to love waking up in the middle of the night and sneaking downstairs to watch episodes of M*A*S*H* with him! He loved it and I loved watching him laugh, and would often make popcorn for us. My mom never knew… 🙂
Ohhh goodness I have SO many. But having my daddy spend lots of time in the water teaching my brother and I how to water ski was tons of fun. The laughter and the “hang on, hang on ~ you’re doing it!” memories are treasures forever! But I think even more than that is the beautiful relationship he has with my son, he’s such an amazing grandpa!
My Grandpa loved his little girl (me). He couldn’t get enough of me. I just loved him to death. When we were at Grandma and Grandpas house i stuck to him like glue. I always helped in the garage or the yard. Just like his shadow. I did the same thing to my Dad. I helped clean the fish he had caught or work on a project. I was always there keeping them company.
My father passed away when I was very small so I don’t really remember anything about him. But my Mom was a great mother and father figure to all of us. As her father role she taught us all to change a tire, change our own oil and to always check both regularly.
My favorite memory of my Dad is the afternoon he took me out for my first driving lesson. We went to this big empty parking lot so I could get a feel for driving before we headed out onto the road. I’m not sure what my dad was thinking bringing an open cup of coffee in the car. But after I had been driving around for a few minutes I looked over- he had a lap full of coffee and hadn’t said a word!! My Dad is a special man, I was very lucky to have him for a Dad.:)
one of my favorite memories is when my mom was out of town & i stopped over by myself and we sat on the porch & talked about the “good ol’ days.” thanks.
I don’t have one particular memory that stands out. I just really enjoy all the times we laugh together. We have the same sense of humor so we laugh a lot together!
When I was a little girl, my Dad used to work third shift. I would wait for him to come home in the mornings, and when I heard him come in the door, I would lie on the couch and pretend like I was asleep curled in a ball. He would come in and take his coat off and drape it over me, still warm. I don’t know why this memory sticks out to me, but I remember feeling so protected and so loved by that simple gesture.
I don’t think I could just pick one memory, my Dad was the best ever . He was patient, loving, hard working, kind, and was there for my Mom when she had cancer and passed away. So, I think when you roll all those qualities into one package, all my memories of my Dad were and still are wonderful 🙂
He was always there for us and still is. Too many memories to single out one.
My fondest memory of my Dad is how patient he always was with me. And I am sure I pushed his buttons many times.
I live Maine and he took me to a Red Sox game in Boston. I had never seen a big city before! That started my love of travel.
My fondest memories were going to the lake weekly and camping out over night. We would water ski until dark, eat sandwiches, watermelon, and Oreos for dinner. The sun would just start to rise and we would be out on the lake again only to eat breakfast in the boat. We would ski until we were tired then fish until afternoon. Always sad to go home but we knew Dad would do it again next week.
One thing I admire about my father is he always remembered all of my friends and not so friends names. He knew them all.
My Dad has always been the life of the party, and at 81, he can still recite volumes of poetry, much of it comic. He can juggle flaming pins too! My boys love him as much as I do.
My dad used to play roller hockey when he was in college, and he used to practice with students of college where he graduated from. They participate in a training camp in Spain and I went there with them. That was my first trip to overseas, and I was very surprised how their culture was different from mine. I was a frog in a well, person who is ignorant of the real world until then. He is the one who gave me an opportunity to take a broad view of things, and I came here in the USA to study more.
Fun Times- We would go fishing –I loved it– The night before we would water the grass and then go out and pick all the worms — My brothers did not like to get the worms or go fishing — So I was really special to my dad– We worked on cars together also.
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My dad and I are close. I am the oldest of 4 and have secretly known I’m the favorite. One time we went on a carousel together and it was so much fun. I felt like I could fly in the wind that was created when it went round and round.
My favorite moments with my dad are our father and daughter date nights. We still have them after 40 years. I love to go out to eat with my dad and just talk about everything and anything. He still is a beacon of wisdom for me. We talk about life, family, faith, politics, current events, everything. I love my, Dad and realize it is a huge blessing to have the kind of relationship I have with him. My other favorite memories are the ones I see him make with my sons. He loves them dearly and loves to spend time with them.
My dad does a lot of unique things to show he cares. He started volunteering at a prison to help people learn to read, to support my career choice. He sends me books he thinks I will like. He sends my children little things he thinks they will be amused by. He has not always been the most emotionally expressive person, but he always does something little to show he cares.
My dad has always had difficulty “shopping” for a gift for me so he generally took me shopping for my birthday which was fun, but not anymore fun than hoping he’d picked something out for me. Until he finally did! He bought me a large stuffed bunny with large floppy ears. I was the happiest eight-year-old ever! I named him ‘Henry’ since I was a punky brewster fan. I’m 33 years old and I still have him!
My favorite memories of my dad are from Christmas mornings when he played santa. There were 8 of us, so it was always fun.
I guess it would have to be all the time my dad made for his grandchildren. He and my mom would take them on trips in their motor home and to so many different places. I would come along on some of the outings but not all.
I LEARNED what a “good father” is from my HUSBAND! It’s hard to nail it down to ONE memory in the years that we have been married. It’s an OVER-ALL thing for me; the THOUGHTFULLNESS, the LOVE, the SACRIFICING for our kids, the BEING THERE, the BEING A GOOD EXAMPLE, the PROTECTOR, the TIME spent with our kids! I could go on & on! I am TRUELY BLESSED! 🙂
I didn’t grow up with a dad, but I have a heckuva one now!
I met my in-laws 13 months after I married their son (met & married overseas). After really only knowing them 6 months, we delivered our only kiddo and the first grandchild. When they brought us back to the room, everyone swarmed our daughter, except my father-in-law. He stood beside me what seemed like forever, holding and stroking the back of my hand, told me he loved me, and kept asking if I needed anything. We’ve been like peas and carrots ever since!:)
I have so many different memories of my dad from each of the stages of my life that it is difficult to choose. One that comes to mind shows how my dad is there for me even where he isn’t physically present. Many years back, there was a terrible ice storm causing bumper-to-bumper traffic and many accidents. I’d been in the car for close to eight hours when I was approaching my exit. Along the side of the highway were several cars that had slid there as the drivers were trying to exit. With hands clutching the wheel, I distinctly heard my dad coaching me, “Take your foot of the gas. Don’t break, Nancy. Now just ease your way past those cars.” I made it off the highway, home and to my phone to call my dad and tell him thank you.
My favorite memory of my father is when I was little and when I would ride with him somewhere in his truck, the oldies were always playing and he was always singing in his perfect Doo-Wop voice. I LOVED it. 🙂 Thanks for the chance to win!
My favourite memory is when he would sing to me at night. It was are one on one time and now I sing those songs to my kids.
As an only daughter, I knew my Dad was always “there” for me. One special memory
was , the morning after I gave birth to our first-born daughter. As I opened my eyes, there he was standing at the foot of my bed, beaming, and asking if I was “alright” . Dads are so special in our lives.
I have so many memories it is hard to pick one, but I will say riding in the car. Love the new releases.
I have sweet memories of my dad telling jokes and funny stories from his life. I loved to ask him to tell me the stories about his childhood with his 2 sisters and the simple things they used for toys because they didn’t have money to buy them. What a story teller he was! And the topper was listening to him crack up at his own jokes and stories! : )
Some of my best childhood memories are of my grandfather sitting with me and making up fantastic stories about princesses who ate Neapolitan icecream and bubble blowing dragons… so imaginative and loving. He definitely was a huge inspiration to me.
My grandfather died when I was very young but I remember his smile and that he would cross one leg over the other and bounce me on his foot. A favorite thing for thing for me to do with grandpa!
I loved going to the lumberyard or any hardware store with my Dad when we were little. So many fascinating things – an MY Dad knew what they were and what you do with them. He was cool like that. 🙂 To this day the smell of sawdust makes me so happy.
I remember my dad being at all of ours sporting events as kids. Sometimes he coached the teams, he was always involved.
My favorite memory of my father is him reading to me when I was a child. I would sit next to him and rest my head on his chest so that I could hear his deep voice through his chest. Miss him terribly!
My parents got divorced when I was 4 years old, and he was never very involved in my life. I do have a few fond memories of spending time with him, but none that stand out in particular.
Memories of my dad….laying in bed having him tell me stories before I drifted off to sleep! And I love that he does that with my kids still!!
I would think my dad is the most capable and hardworking father who earn and support a family of 7 all by himself. He always put family first. Thank you so much dad for all these years! 🙂
I’ll never forget helping my Dad rebuild the engine in a truck we called Fred on one of the few days it snowed in Memphis. It was really cold and we both complained but we finished in time for Dad to get to work and we still reminisce about being a good team. It’s thing like that, that mold us most, I think.
My grandfather was my dominate father figure. He could do and fix anything! He was strong, unafraid, yet kind and marsh-mellowy! His smile is what I remember most. The room would fill with love when he smiled.
My father was a tall, gangly man, so it always endeared me when he would get down on the floor with the grandkids, on their level, and play with them, endlessly.
My dad and I always did the holiday baking together. We had such a great time, especially when we made the sugar cookies – rolling them out, cutting the shapes, baking and then frosting and decorating them. Good times!
My grandfather filled the “Dad” role in my life and raised me along side my grandmother. He was always so *present* when he spent time with me and made me feel special. Grandpa was a story teller. He loved to share information with my brother and I and would tell wonderful stories to share his knowledge with us, making it interesting. Grandpa has been gone seven years now. He always had a big, bright smile and his smile will always be what I remember and cherish most about him.
I have too many memories to pick out just one, but I can tell you I always knew how much he loved me and wanted the best for me. I think I value that most of all.
My parents divorced when I was very little, so I didn’t see my dad very often. We lived in different states, so we saw him for a few weeks in the summer and that was usually it. My favorite memory of him is of him reading to my sister and I as we fell asleep. My dad was a very talented artist and a published author and he would read chapters from his books as he completed them. He was writing a book that can be described as being similar to The Hobbit and the main characters in the story were all based on my siblings and I. “My” character was a fairy. I remember feeling so special and so comforted by the sound of his voice as he read that story to us as we fell asleep. We lost my dad a few years ago and he never finished that book, but I still cherish those memories.
My Dsd used to take my sister and I out every Sun afternoon to the many sites to see in NY. He would be giving my Mom a break and spending quality time with us. Thanks to him I have seen so many fantastic museums, Broadway shows and tourist attractions. These are memories that we will never forget and he actually remembers as his memory wanes with Dementia.
Probably my best memory of my father was on our trip to Hawaii when I was 6, it was our last family vacation together before my parents divorced and it has stayed in my mind as a happy time together.
My Dad is and has always been a great example. He taught us the value of hard work. Now that I have my own family, we come to him for advice on all kinds of things from finances to new jobs. I can’t pick out just one memory, there are too many! I love you Dad!
I remember my dad taping my voice when I sang, read and talked, played back the tape again and again for years even when I was older……ahhhh, those were the days (no one wants to hear me sing anymore, LOL)
My favorite memories are when my dad would come home from a business trip and bring me and my sisters a bunch of treats he collected along the way. Thanks for the chance to win and this months release was fabulous!
My memory of him is not what he did, but what he didn’t do… He never yelled at me , or raised his voice in anger. I knew there were times when he was frustrated with me or disappointed with the choices I had made but never once did he make me feel unloved. That’s a beautiful gift to give any child
The one constant memory about my Dad was that he loved me with all his heart and I loved him back equally.
My dad passed away so I’m sad when reminiscing on this topic… he was an artist, so I always think fondly of him whenever I try anything artistic – like stamping! He’d have loved this hobby.
All of our early morning fishing trips!
One of my favorite memories of my dad was sitting on his lap to “drive”. We’d do that sometimes coming back from the farm and it always made me feel special.
One favorite memory of my dear father was a time he came to visit me at college and brought me a bicycle because he thought it would be nice to have. His visits at school were always such a special time – going to the football game in freezing weather (-5 degrees!) and staying to the bitter end, showing up just before Easter with a giant Easter basket, coming and taking me and my friends out for a wonderful dinner just when we thought we couldn’t take another meal in the dining room, and on and on. . .
His strong work ethic and sense of humor. We miss him.
My Dad is such an important part of my life. He always had time for me as a child and made me feel special. There are so many wonderful memories but one of my favourite was going camping with my Dad. He always had such wonderful stories to tell. I feel I learnt more around my dinner table as a child due to all his stories than almost anywhere else. I haven’t seen my Dad for over 5 years now and I miss him so much. We just live so far apart it’s hard to get together.
It’s between having hobo cookouts in the backyard in summer and in winter filling a dip in the backyard with water to create a skating pond
I am a daddy’s girl, and I have lots of awesome memories of my dad. But, one of my favorite things was going to watch him perform when I was little. My dad is a singer and traveled all the time. But when he was performing close enough for me to see him, I was on cloud 9. Nothing was more exciting!
My favorite memory is of swimming in the ocean as a young girl. I wasn’t a very good swimmer then and ended up under water. Before I could panic, I felt my dad grab my wrist and pull me up. He is no longer with us, but he was always there for us.
Not sure if my comment posted so sorry if it did but my favorite memory with my dad was changing the oil in my car – we made a mess!
I lost my father when I was 17…..he was only 35…..he died of a brain tumor. I was by far a “daddy’s girl” and I often wonder how my life would have been different if he were still with me. I have many memories growing up and while the time after he was diagnosed with a brain tumor was not my favorite memory, I do fondly remember taking him daily to radiation & chemotherapy and helping care for him. We were already close but during this time we had some special times. I never thought I would lose him I always thought he would beat it…I was brought up believing you didn’t die til you got old….hard lesson to learn so young in life. But I loved my father & I treasure the time I had with him:). I would love if he were still here he would definitely be overwhelmed with cards from me!!!!
My dad played a little guitar, which he taught himself. Apparently he wooed my mother at a backyard wedding with his ukelele! When I was little he bought himself an electric guitar, and I loved to sit next to him on the couch while he played
One of my favorite memories of my dad was when he was visiting and volunteered to mow our weedy/dirt yard, he was in the lead with my daughter, about 4, and son, about 2, pushing their little plastic mowers right behind him.
I have so many memories of my father. To narrow it down is so difficult. My dad has always been such a strong influence in my life. I think one of my many memories is that he would get home from work (after landscaping all day in the heat)and still have the energy to play anything we wanted. Ofcourse it was usually building a fort, climbing trees, playing hide and go seek or having a tea party. And he would do it without complaining. He has taught me alot in how to be a good mom to my boys-putting myself aside and just being in the moment. They are only little for a blink of an eye. Love my dad
my favorite memory is of my Grandfather stepping in to give me away at my wedding 27 years ago…my father was not in my life but Grandpa was always there for me as the greatest father figure any girl could have
My favorite memory of my dad is that he never got angry with us when we did something ‘bad’ like get a ticket or get into a fender-bender. Mom always knew it was something like that when we called home and asked for dad. He would say – forget about the car, it can be fixed….are you ok? Or – I guess you learned your lesson, now let’s move on.
I’ll never forget my Dad’s reaction 21 years ago to my job offer with the federal government. “of course she’s taking it!” It meant I would be leaving home and moving halfway across the country, but it was the right thing to do. Thank you Dad!
I always earned baseball tickets for good grades– 2 tickets to 2 games– and (because my parents were divorced) my dad would come to take me to the games. We would go for sub sandwiches before the game, and he taught me how to keep score in the program. I still love going to baseball games.
We always shared meals together as a family. My dad would cook a hot breakfast for everyone during the school year so we could start the day of right. We had many laughs around that table and every time I go home for a visit, I see that same dining table and I am thankful for my dad making eating together a priority.
There are so many memories with my dad being strong and supportative. BUt the most memoriable was how he founght his caner.
My favorite memory is also my first memory I can remember. Going sledding in the snow when I was very little. My father was a very busy man and worked three jobs to support the family when I was growing up so we didn’t see much of him. But when I was very little and the only kid in the house we went sledding in the snow. I guess it sticks in my memory because I grew up in southern California and we didn’t see snow much. I guess we must have gone to the mountains after a good snowfall! Thank you for the chance to win!
I have the best picture, a polaroid no less, of my dad and I making chocolate chip cookies together. I so enjoyed breaking the eggs and pouring in the chips!
My dad was my everything! He passed away 7 yrs ago, and I still miss him like the first day. He didn’t said in words how much he loved us, but he did with his actions… He was always there for my mom and for his children, because we were his biggest treasure. I admired him because he was able to overcome his weaknesses and became a great man for all of us.
I have so many cherished memories of my father that it would be difficult to pick just one. He always kept his childhood innocence and heart. He delighted in Christmas lights. Every time we dyed Easter eggs, he thought the purple was beautiful, as if he’d never seen it before. He often played board games with us. He watched MTV with us. Prince was one of his favorites. We lost Dad to prostate cancer in 1997. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and/or miss him. Now I’m crying…
My dad passed away a year and a half ago. When I was little, he would make up stories to tell me at bedtime. My favorites were a long-running “series” of stories about three grasshoppers named, Hoppy, Skippy and Jumpy. Sometimes I’d even tell him what situations I wanted the grasshoppers to be in, and he’d have to make up a story as he went. He was a good storyteller!
When I was a senior in high school and had a half day, my dad would pick me up from school and take me to lunch. It was always somewhere different and we usually spent the rest of the afternoon together. That’s been over 35 years and I still remember those times and one on one time I had with my dad!
My dad … the most sweet, caring, sincere, loving, brillant, well respected man I have ever known. I have many memories growing up, but the memory that sticks with me today is my Dad as a Grandpa. My children are lucky to have known him. Although we lost Dad at age 60 to cancer, the world is a much better place because of him. The day he passed, all of the hospital windows were literally covered with ladybugs … so today when I’m working in my garden and a ladybug finds me … I know Dad is with me 🙂
One of my fondest memories is when I was in college, having a really rough time. My dad knew about it and would send me funny cards in the mail. And my dad is not the type to send a letter or anything in the mail. It meant so much that he would do that for me.
I loved when my dad would come home from work because we would get to share what was left in his lunchbox!
I remember walking hand-in-hand with my dad and him calling me his “litle rascal.” Sweet memory.
one thing i love about my father is that it’s almost impossible for me to envision him without a book. he is almost always learning Torah and his books and magazines are his greatest indulgence. when he travels he fills his suitcase with books and then throws in a shirt or two, a pair of pants and a pair of socks.
I have a photo of my dad crouching to feed lettuce to our pet desert turtle…it was a peaceful, quiet morning and I couldn’t resist capturing the sweetness of the moment on film.
My favorite memory of my dad is when I was 13 years old. My (younger) sister has just received flowers from a boy and I (a very awkward middle schooler) was devastated. My dad held me while I cried and then sat me down. He told me about how he had struggled with self esteem issues as the younger brother of a popular older brother. That he would take the time to really share with me and sympathize, rather than write me off as an emotional teenage girl made a lasting impression on me.
My dh’s father and grandfather have always been very supportive to me – even in the early days when they probably didn’t think I was the best match for their wonderful son/grandson! I am so blessed to have such strong, loving, amazing men in my life – and do is my daughter!
I was trying to think up a good story to make up, but as I sat reading everyone’s comments I knew I couldn’t do that. I felt a bit envious of what they wrote. Unfortunately I only really had a step dad growing up and I can’t think of one happy memory of him, but now that I am nearly 40 years old my Mom is re-marrying a wonderful man who is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a real father and I couldn’t be happier. He makes me laugh and will bend over backward to help us. 🙂
When I was 13 years old, I really wanted a pair of ripped up, holey, acid-washed jeans. My dad could not understand why I would want to pay for jeans with holes in them! But he got them for me anyways. One of the many memories that I look back on fondly.
My first memory of my dad is when i was just little. He always took me to a farm close by. And me, little girl, was a little afraid of those huge cows.. He would hold me in his arms and i felt so very safe. Still remember this, i was only 3. Love my dad.
My grandfather was the guy that could fix anything. I loved working with him in his workshop and having him teach me. All happy memories!
My favorite memory is of my dad when we were travelling as kids. He would sing crazy songs with us and it was a great way to spend time. We used to ding On Top of Spaghetti, and other old songs,.
My daddy has been with The Lord for 12 years now. I miss his wisdom and sense of humor. I never, ever doubted his love for his family.
I have had so many great times with my dad. I think some of our best times were going up to the mountains every summer. My dad worked a lot during the year and this was the perfect opportunity for the family to get away from everything. We would always go on great hikes. Most of the time we would start off on the path and would hardly ever come back the way we came. It was always an adventure on which path we would take to get home. 🙂
When my son passed away, my dad waited at the cemetery after everyone was gone to make sure the grave was properly covered. I will never forget his thoughtfulness in that moment.
One of my favorite memories is my Dad taking us fishing and giving us a love for the outdoors!
Favorite memory is of the ping-pong battles in the basement on a homemade version of a ping-pong table. All of us kids were trying to beat Dad. He didn’t slack off much! 🙂
My favorite memory of my dad was when he and my mom would bring birthday cake and ice cream to my classroom when I was very young. Strawberry shortcake is still one of my favorites!
To think I almost lost my father 1 1/2 years ago. I’m glad to be given another chance to make more memories and to have the chance to show my appreciation and gratitude for all the years of upbringing. As a child, we were very sheltered by my father who’ll always be available for us 24/7 even till this day. There isn’t 1 occasion where we children would request for something and not have it. Of course as we grew older, we are no longer dependent on him but he will always still ask if we have any needs and he will try to provide. That is how blessed we all are. This coming Father’s Day will be the 1st since being away for the last few years. Definitely an occasion for celebrating and documenting.
I don’t have just one favorite memory. My father is the most humble, genuine man I’ve ever met and he means the world to me. Through his daily living he always taught me about living a life of integrity and honesty. I treasure every memory I have of my dad and I’m blessed to keep making memories with him:)
My favorite memory about my dad is that he keeps a “diary”. Even now when I go home to visit he will pull it out and tell what was happening a year ago on the same date.
My dad has a very loud, infectious laugh and big smile! We will be celebrating his 80th birthday this month, but he’s very “young”! Still works everyday!
Before I left for college, he sat down with me and had a long conversation about “life” and growing up, and good stuff. I will always remember that heartfelt time with him.
I lost my dad when I was 14, but he was the best dad ever. My dad was a hard worker and a great provider. A knee to climb upon when you need a little comfort. The best memory of my dad is that he loved me unconditionally.
My favorite memory of my father is going fishing with him when we were kids. Oh and his fried egg sandwiches…I still make them, they are sooo good!!!
I’m a Daddy’s girl through and through, and have so many great memories that it’s hard to choose just one! Even though I’m married now, he’s often still the first guy I call when I need help–even though he lives in another state! About a year ago, I came home and heard a mysterious rustling in the kitchen–I called Daddy immediately and he got quite the kick out of hearing me discover that that there was a possum in my house! 🙂 We still laugh over that story.
Love this Monty’s release–as usual! I’d love to have it all! 🙂 Thanks for the incredible inspiration!
~Anna
Oh my…I am fortunate to have many. Some of my favorite times with my dad were spent fishing. He was and still is a very patient angler. He shared and taught me his love of fishing. We still spend many hours together during the summer.
I don’t have any, I’m not close to my father and do not have or had a father figure
The year–1949–I had saved my allowence for new shoes & my Dad took me to the store. The shoes I liked cost more than I had saved, so I looked at other shoes. Dad must have seen the disappointed look on my face cause he gave me the additional 50 cents. The shoes I liked but time spent with my Dad was the best.
My fondest memories of my dad are that we used to spend every Wednesday evening with us when my mom was bowling. My dad was a workaholic and this was the one night he gave us!
I am very thankful to have my dad yet … he’s 91 years old and in a nursing home, but basically still in good health. So many good memories with him … impossible to pick just one. He was always there for me and always helped me to achieve my goals.
My son will turn 26 next week, but I still remember my father’s pride and happiness the day he got to hold his new born grandson. My Grandmother passed away the day before my due date and my son graciously waited until we were able to put her to rest. My dad had a week of ups and down, and so wanted a grandson.We were all so happy to fulfill his wish.
When I was in middle and high school, my dad worked nights. I would wait up for him several times a week and when he got home we would have a bowl of ice cream together when everyone else was asleep. We both loved ice cream and this was a very special bonding moment between us. He’s been gone now 29 years but every time I have ice cream I still remember how we would have ice cream at 1:30 in the morning just him and me.
One of my favorite memories of my dad is from when I turned 9 yrs old. Usually my mother would go with us whenever we were purchasing clothes but this time he said I could pick everything on my own. I was soooo excited. I picked out 3 tops, 2 pants and 1 skirt. When we got home, my mother was livid! She said that nothing I purchased matched.. and she wanted to take it all back the next day. I cried and cried to my father and he put his foot down – he said his baby girl could keep watch she picked out. 🙂 However, my mother was right – nothing matched and when I put the clothes on at home, I didnt like any of it – but I was too stubborn to say anything. My father must have known because a few days later he came home with more clothes, all of which matched the items I picked out – so then I had 6 matching outfits! I was so happy!
I was raised on a farm. Most of my memories were seeing my dad out in the field working up the land. He loved being outside and farming. It is hard to see him now when he can’t go on a tractor, I know he misses it!
I just typed my heart out and it was eaten… 🙁
Baseball has been something my dad and I have shared since I was a little kid (t-ball in 1st grade was when it started…) and I just adore this release!!
My dad had a business that kept him away a lot during holidays so one Christmas he had a co-worker dress as Santa because of his white beard and came over to our house. It was fun.
I’d say my favorite memory of my dad is dancing with him at my wedding. It was truly special and we had a great time celebrating!
My dad was and is always there for me. He was always available for help and advice. And now I love seeing him love my children. I remember once when my son was almost months old and I had to leave him over night, my dad had him in his arms all night in order to make him stop crying. I am really blessed to have my two parents with me till now.
When I was in high school, the Chicago Bulls were really on fire and so fun to watch. I was a big fan, and so was my dad. I remember he bought tickets to several games throughout those years, including playoff tickets. It was just so fun to cheer the team on together. My dad is the most generous person I know, and am so so lucky to have him as my dad!
My dad’s strong hands are always on my mind. They were always dirty from his work as a mechanic as I was growing up, and now that he’s retired they’re still clean but strong.
When I was a little girl I followed my Dad around. He had so many tools and loved to make things from wood. He showed me how to do some things. He especially like to make little bird houses and hang them in the trees.
There are so many memories but this one is very strong in my mind. We had a budgie bird named ‘Tweetie’ that would wait anxiously for my Dad to come home from work. At around the same time every day, she would almost explode with excitement when the door would open. The door was around a corner, so she couldn’t see him but she would chirp very loudly and wait for him to whistle back. Then she would fly to him and sit on his shoulder and pick at his whiskers!
My favorite memories are of my grandfather. One that stands out to me is when he took me and my siblings to see a movie at the movie theatre for the first time. We saw Titanic and I will never forget it.
My favorite memory is when my Dad told me that I am the best mother my girl could wish for. He rarely told me that he is proud of me and this took me by surprise completely.
May favorite memories of my Father are him playing with my kids. They call him Paw Paw Fix-it because he fixes anything that is broken.
My favorite memory is my dad walking me down the aisle at my wedding. We weren’t close growing up because he was a marine and my parents were divorced. He was gone on deployments a lot but my (now) husband helped