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My father was a veteran of 36 years in the Air Force and a war hero in WWII and Vietnam. Although he rarely talked about what he went through, his patriotism was unparalleled. He was also an avid gardener so learning from him was my most precious memory. Almost 20 years after his death, I still find myself wanting to call him to ask questions about my garden! His selfless love and kindness are probably my most cherished memories.
1985.3.2. mornig(It was my birth day and Elementary school entrance ceremony), When I woke up, I saw a little cute white teddy bear on the table. It was the first doll I ever had. My dad bought it for me. Cute teddy bear is always with me from that day. Just like my dad.
I had the best Dad ever. He always called on me to help in his workshop and he taught me so much. He is probably the reason I do so many crafts.
Daddy was a veterinarian. My most vivid memory was going on a “call” with him to deliver a calf who was improperly positioned, so the mother couldn’t birth it. I helped as his assistant, and watched my brave dad change the position. Out came two front hooves, a head, and the rest of the calf. It was awesome to share the miracle of life with him.
I have a lot of great memories with my dad, probably some of the times we spent traveling together in England and France are among my favorites.
I have lots of great memories with my dad, but one that I remember the most is how every summer when I was little we would go to different weddings of relatives or my parents friends. Why is this a big deal? Because my dad was in great demand as the singer during the weddings. He sang in barbershop choirs back then and everyone loved to hear his beautiful bass voice. He is almost 86 and STILL sings in his church’s senior choir and I can always pick out his clear deep voice over all the others. Thanks for bringing up a great memory for me and also for the chance to win the final prize! đ
One of my favorite times with my dad was when he went to pick up materials for his business weekly in a large city about 90 minutes away. In the summer I would ride with him and he would take me into the offices to meet the staff and to the warehouse where they would load up his truck. We talked and listened to music. It was just father/daughter time.
One year while visiting my Dad in Florida after my mom had passed we went for a walk around his condo complex. He wanted to show me a party room and when we got there he pulled out a tape and asked me to dance. He wasn’t a very good dancer and hadn’t danced for years but we did that day and it was such a nice surprise and very heart warming. I loved my Dad.
My favorite memory with my dad is when we used to travel from PA to TN to visit aunts & uncles. When he was 16, his parents moved from TN to PA when some of his siblings had already married and settled there. I love TN! I always thought the folks there were SO friendly! We used to bring home Mountain Dew (couldn’t get it here yet – can you believe that?) I thought it was the best stuff (don’t drink it anymore though!)
When he walked me down the aisle on my wedding day. He was nervous about walking down the aisle & giving the speech later but most importantly was there to share my the best day of my life.
As a hobby my dad did carpentry. My fondest memories of him are being with him as he worked and using little leftover bits of wood to make things. One time I created furniture for a shoebox dollhouse. Because of him (and my mom too) I have a love of using my hands to create.
Family trips were always made better by my dad. He spent so much time playing and swimming with us. I so looked forward to these trips.
I have lots of great memories of my Dad and are still making them now. My favourite was when I was sixteen and Dad and I bought and old car (just a shell really) and rebuilt it – motor, running gear, bodywork – the lot. It was great to learn and share his knowledge.
I wanted my own phone line in my room (yes, I’m 40-something and grew up when people had HOUSE PHONES and call waiting was the latest thing!) My dad had resisted my persistent requests so I let it drop. Well one day I came home from school in a bad mood, trouble with friends or some such nonsense that seemed huge at the time. I went in my room and immediately cracked up. My dad had pinned to my wall 2 empty cans tied together with a string of yarn through each can bottom. One can had a longer string. I knew he had fashioned this to be a “phone line” but I couldn’t figure out why there were 2. He yelled to me “the shorter string is call-waiting.” He could, and still does, make me laugh at times when laughter is the very best medicine. I love my dad. Today is his birthday.
There are too many to single out just one. My dad was the most selfless man I have ever known..he would do anything for my mom and me. He has been gone 6 years now, and I still miss him terribly.
Lots of great memories with my dad, one of which is when he took me shopping for mom’s Christmas gifts on December 23rd. He wanted to buy her boots but had no idea about women sizing. We had a great time together figuring out what mom would like best and I got to see mom through dad’s eyes, super sweet.
Since my biological father isn’t very involved the best I have is a heavenly Father and the best memory is when he gave me someone (my husband) who has shown me what true love is and how to love others.
My uncle dressed up as Santa.
I think my favorite memory of my Dad is when he would take me flying in his airplane!
Me and my dad went and saw the opening show of Jurassic Park, it was packed and we sat in those seats at the bottom, felt like we were in the movie.
Every Saturday my sisters and I would go to a farm where my dad had bluebird houses set up. We’d walk the trail maintaining the houses and he’d tell us marvelous stories!
One of my favourite memories of my dad was how he came to all of my concerts when I was in school and would wave to me when I was onstage. Now, I do the same to my kids!
My dad’s favorite holiday was Valentine’s Day. He always made it a really special occasion. When I was growing up, there was always a new outfit to wear to school. (He had exquisite taste, and loved to shop for clothes!) When I was older and married, I got flowers and sometimes packages of food stuffs the whole family could enjoy. No sentimental cards–not his thing–but always a recognition that he loved us! It’s still one of my favorite holidays even though he’s been gone for many years.
About ten years ago we discovered our love of hiking, especially the red rock canyons and arches of the Southwest. We even bought each other the same guidebook for Christmas. We have built many happy memories over the past few years and look forward to many more.
One of my favorite memories of my Dad is when I was in an accident and in a coma for 3 days, he sat by my bedside and had a new charm for my bracelet waiting for me when I woke up. I really just love him so much for all that he has done for me over the years!
Every year my parents took us to the beach while I was growing up. So many memories and traditions with my dad were made on those trips! Boardwalk time, ocean rafting, golfing, bike riding, and so many more.
My favorite memories with my dad involve our elaborate (yet inexpensive) family vacations we took every year. My dad worked 7 days a week for his entire life, and combined his 2 to 3 week vacations in one lump, so we could travel around the US. I have never, not even once, heard him complain about anything.
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I have many, but I love the quiet times watching the horses together leaning on the fence. We had some great talks there.
One of my favorite memories of my father-in-law is when he picked me & his new grandson up at the airport (my husband wasn’t able to come last minute)& we had time to visit. Learned about his life growing up on a farm.
Riding with him on the back of his Harley. No particular destination in mind, but we always got to stop and eat somewhere. Learned the love of going places and seeing things. Sharing days with someone special.
We didn’t get to go on many vacations when I was little but one year my Dad took my sister and me to Virginia Beach. We had a blast, I remember getting stung by a jelly fish and burying my Dad in the sand. He was always up for anything. I do miss him.
I remember going to the zoo as a family on a number of occasions. The most memorable was the time Olga the Walrus chose my Dad as the victim for the stream of water she shot from her mouth. We kids found it hilarious – Dad…not so much.
I loved fishing with my dad as a kid. He was always taking us to different lakes. My favorite memory was finally getting to go out and fish on a boat with him. It was amazing!
My favorite memory of my beloved dad (whom I lost when I was 11) is just sitting on his lap while he sang to me! Priceless moments.
One of my favorite Memories is with my grandfather, he was always like my Dad.
He had bought my grandmother a Willow tree, which she had always wanted. She was out for the day and I wanted to stay with him and help. We dug that hole for three for what seemed like the whole day! When my grandmother got home she couldn’t believe we had got her the tree she always wanted.My grandfather taught me about hard work and that giving is better than receiving. Seeing my Grandmother that day made me a believer.
I am blessed to have a wonderful Dad and enjoy seeing him be a Papa now. Swimming together is a fun memory because he would play shark or tree with us and it was so much fun!
As one of six children, time alone with my dad was rare. But once he decided to go and visit his grandmother (my great grandmother) and took only me with him. It was about 2.5 hours away from where we lived in Olathe, Kansas to go to Columbia, MO. I put on my favorite dress and off we went. Once we arrived, Nana wanted to take us out for lunch. It was a nice lunch at a real restaurant and I had never been to one before. I think I was about 12 when this happened. On the way home, my dad told me he was proud of me. One of the few times in my life he actually used those words. He’s been gone about 9 years now but I can still “See” that conversation in my mind and memories.
My parents were divorced when I was young so I don’t have any favorite memories of my dad but I do have a wonderful FIL and my favorite memory with him is when he welcomed me into his family with love and open arms.
My father was there when my son was born. It was wonderful to see the two of them together with my father holding him. He was a grandpa for the first time. I will not forget that day.
My favorite memory of my father…after a long winter, my “snowbird” parents returned home and my greeting from dad was one of the biggest hugs I ever got from him….and my last.
WOW! What an amazing release! One of my favorite memories with my Dad is him teaching me to make pancakes, waffles, and crepes the way he used to make them all the time with no recipe! I still make them for my family all the time!
One of my favorite memories with my dad is him getting teary eyed at my wedding.
Some of my favorite moments were when my dad drove me to high school. Some days we talked Other days we enjoyed the quiet time together. It was just a nice opportunity to bond.
My favorite memory of my father was on my wedding day. He is not an outwardly emotional man;however, on that day, he could barely stop crying. It was very touching.
I was lucky enough to have a wonderful father. Some of my best memories are of Christmas. He was the spirit of St Nick. He would decorate the entire house…tree, mantel, fireplace, stairway bannister, the dining room table and all horizontal surfaces! This was a child”s dream and when friends would visit all they could say was “WOW”! He would start playing Christmas music in Oct. And the lights would be tested well before Thanksgiving. He’s been gone 20 years this past Thursday. I miss him every day. I love you, Daddy!
My Dad has just turned 90, and I have so many wonderful memories with him. He’s like a big teddy bear, very loving and kind. I do remember a funny time at Christmas, when I was young and begging to open a present early. He said I could if he could pick which one. Of course he picked the one and handed it to me. When I opened it, it was one of my little brother’s blocks! LOL… sure do love him!
Super amazing release as usual!!! My favourite memory of my father is when he started teaching me how to drive. At first he would be unwilling to go out, but then we would have the time of our lives laughing so much!! đ
When I was 20 my dad and I took a road trip together. As a young adult I got to know him on a different level and it changed our relationship. We had a fun time together!
my father passed away 20 years ago..but in my dreams he is still alive….so when i wake up after dreaming of him it always makes me sad..that i didn’t ask him how he is now….if he is happy…
My father was in the Air Force, so we moved every 18 months to 2 years. My sister and I were in elementary school and making new friends took a while. When my parents bought thier first house, I was in 3rd grade, so for the first time we weren’t in base housing with other military kids. Dad had us playing kickball in the front yard and as other neighborhood kids came by, he would call out for them to join us. We were so embarassed, but we made lasting friendships with all those that stopped to play. My dad was a quiet man, but never to shy to help his little girls.
My favorite memory of my Dad was when just he and I went to see my Grandmother for Easter when I was in the 3rd grade. Normally the entire family (Mom, Dad, 3 sisters & I) went on any trip. Not sure why it was decided that only he and I would go on this out of state road trip. Even though I came down with the chicken pox on that trip, it still warms my heart to think about it.
Every summer from the time I was 5 years old, my father(and mother) would pack us into the car to see the USA…always with an eye that it would be an educational experience. By the time I was 14. I had been to all 48 contiguous states…..and had learned a great deal about our country which still sticks with me. Learning/education was paramount to my Dad…besides being a loving and giving father.
My father was abusive and my parents separated when I was an infant but my best friend had an amazing dad. I spent so much time at her house that I came to think of her dad as my own. So much so…when I was getting married I asked him to walk me down the isle. He said he was honored by my request. He was a very special guy.
I so clearly remember my dad bringing home a bracelet with lots of different coloured semi-precious stones for me, and telling me he’d found it. It wasn’t until years later that I realised that he didn’t want to say he’d bought it – who knows why?!
Though my father is no longer with me, I remember the crazy things he would do that made me laugh. His favorite store was KMart and there was nothing there that was too stupid to buy. He brought home one day this small plastic hose-like thing. It had no purpose as far as I could tell – but it was the blue light special. It was so funny watching him come up with ways to use it- especially as a noise maker much to my Mom’s dismay.
My favorite memory with my Dad was the combined business (for him) college search (for me) trip we took the summer of 1978. We had a great time and got a lot accomplished!
Seeing my dad with my daughter, his first grandchild, for the first time is a very special memory for me.
Growing up, snow was a tough one. Dad worked for the state and removing it was a job he did. I love snow always have, but to speak of snow was like letting the f bomb fly. One very snowy day when I was around 7, we had a lot of snow. While we expected a super quiet day so he could sleep, he took the time to build the most epic snow fort and we had snow ball battles for days.
(My father passed away when I was very small…and I don’t remember him.) I was a single mom for a few years…and when I finally introduced my current husband to my children…I knew within minutes he was the right choice. I had cooked a big dinner but the kids (ages 12 & 9) were playing with Legos. He sat down, introduced himself and played with them for hours…it was like I wasn’t even there and dinner was an after thought. He made quite an impression on them and me that day and he is the best man I have ever met…a perfect father…he is a gift to me and my children!
It’s hard to pick just ond, but I would say my favorite memory with my dad while I was growing up was creating school projects with him. My sister and I always had the most awesome things to take to class. I get my creative genes from my daddy, for sure!
So many great memories, his pride in his family, planting tomatoes in the garden, a special charm for my bracelet, riding along to his work, teaching me to water ski, his pride coming home on the veterans honor flight, he wanted to spend time with me through adult life and he became a great friend to my husband as well! We miss him and will honor him at a family reunion next month!
My favorite memory from my dad is watching him play with my daughters.
BEST memory, his walking me down the aisle when I got married.
When I was much younger, my dad and his brothers had motorcycles and they would take me and my cousins for rides. I loved riding with my dad! I look back on those times fondly.
My favorite memory of my dad is when he walked me down the aisle on my wedding day many years ago. It was a beautiful memorable day.
My dad is a real family man. My mom & I can always depend on him for anything. It is such a treasure in my life to have someone that provides a constant sense of stability in my life.
I have so many wonderful memories of my dad and I but I love the times when he went with me to the theatre or the movies just him and I.
My father was a farmer his entire life and he had such a love for animals–and vice versa. I remember a dog showing up one day out of the blue, and the poor thing wouldn’t let any of us come near him–he was so afraid–probably had been beaten. But Dad, he was magical. The dog sensed that Dad would be his savior, trusted him, and was by his side from that day on. I also remember Daddy walking around with a pet raccoon (I know! not in this day and age…) around his shoulders. I miss him. He passed away at age 53.
I remember stepping off the school bus one day to see a patch of glorious sunflowers beaming at me with their golden heads. I used to help my Grandpa everyday in the garden and he’d snuck these little beauties in to show me how much he loved me. It was over 20 years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday.
My Dad loves his girls more than anything! I have many memeories of time spent with him, fishing, making fishing lures, dancing to Elvis songs, watching Elvis movies, going to the archery club, and on and on! I’m thankful he loves us so much and spent time with us as kids.
My favorite memory of my dad would have to be when he taught me to ride my bike. He was so patient trying over and over until I finally wobbled away on my own.
My parents were divorced when I was about 3. But dad came and picked us up every single weekend that he did not work. Every one. We sometimes just spent weekends in his tiny apartment. But often times we spent one day at the movies. I saw every Disney movie there was over the years. We often went to Grandma’s and on the way, he would always take us to see my mother’s side of the family. I have never heard him say anything negative about my mom. He was always there for every important occasion. We called, he came. Always.
One of my favorite memories of my dad was when he rode on the carnival rides with me even though he is scared of them.
Great memories of how I would dance with my dad, by standing on his feet….and of course the rare occasion we would have snow…HE would help me build a snowman.
It was a time when he accompanied me and my two three year old sons to the local zoo. At that time I didn’t go places like a zoo alone with the two boys. I got to see a gentleness from him towards the boys. He held their hands and helped them walk (not run), stay on the paths, and be mindful of the animals. It is a wonderful picture of him I have now as he has passed.
My father loves to snow ski. My birthday is in the winter, so often my present would be a day of skiing with just him!
My dad used to flood the back yard to create a skating rink for my 3 older brothers and younger sister. I remember him holding my hand and lifting me over the snow bank at about 4 years old. I wobbeled around the rink and spent many hours outside trying to avoid big brothers hockey sticks!
My dad passed away just shy of my 12th birthday. Although I have several memories I truly miss the day to day interaction with him. My best memory with my father in law is our Disney trip 3 years ago. We had no way of knowing that he would be gone a year and a half later. That trip means so much more to us now.
At 88, my Dad is slowing down, but yesterday when he was handed his great grandson to hold the smile of happiness, love & joy that lit up his face was priceless.
My father passed away 5 years ago but we always used to laugh about the time he carried me across a muddy field to get to our car after a high school football game. I bought tickets for every home game and sat with my dad. He enjoyed the game and I enjoyed the marching band–I later married someone in the band.
I lost my father when he was only 45 and I was 24. I would say my favorite memory is a day trip we took when he was ill. Driving along, chatting, spending time together–priceless.
I have so many great memories with my dad. Some of my favorites were just hanging out with him while he fixed his car, father daughter dates at what was for us a fancy restaurant, talking about history and politics with my dad around the table, and having him teach me different sports and taking me out to play. My dad is a wonderful godly man and he has always been such a role model for me.
My Dad was a pilot and I loved flying with him. This is also how he died. I miss him very much!
We grew up on a farm and we spent most of out time outside and playing with the animals or in the barn. My dad would tell us stories and make us feel like we where helping even though we where playing–I remember when he would give the kittens fresh cow milk and play music for the cows–what fun memories!!!!
My dad has been there for me every step of my life, for the big, exciting moments and the sweet, small ones, too. Years ago, when I bought a cozy, little home of my own, my parents would come to visit every weekend. My mom taught me how to garden, while my dad and I worked on house restoration projects together. We stripped the woodwork, built a white picket fence and raised beds for an herb & tea garden, slowly turning my little house into my ‘Home Sweet Home.’ My dad is in his 80s now, and still gives me the best advice about house projects and living a good, simple life! Now I have the pleasure of helping him with projects when I visit. My parents have always been my greatest blessings, teaching me about love and life by their examples! This month they are celebrating 65 years of wedded bliss! They are truly loved by all who know them. âĄ
My favorite memory with my dad is going to the beach. He loved the ocean and would even take my own kids when they were little.
Driving cross country, reading great works of literature, getting beat in cribbage, laughing at movies, listening to him teach, watching him conduct the stereo system when playing his favorite records, watching him love mom and us … basically my whole life has been a favorite memory of my dear dad. As he gets older, I value more and more the life he gave us all. Love you Daddy!
When I was little, we lived right in the heart of MontrĂŠal. I remember one Saturday morning, when I was about 4, my father took me and my sister out for a routine walk to the park. Somehow we came home that day with really cute matching summer dresses. I remember my mother being shocked at how much he had paid for them, but my dad could never resist spoiling his girls. He died way too young and I miss him so much.
My favorite memory of my dad? Where to start? My dad worked hard, two jobs. But he was home for dinner every night and made sure he spent time with us. My favorite memory was going out on the boat with him. He would take go up and down the river to find the perfect spot for us to swim. We would swim and he would watch us and soak up the sun! He loved the water! I wish I could somehow get him on a boat now for one last trip to Our Lady of the Rivers statue!
My dad dies when I was 13 but I remember him taking me to the movies to see Sound of Music….I loved that movie, one of my all time favorites. Whenever I watch it I think of my dad.
My favorite memories are me and my daddy going fishing.
My Favorite memory with my Dad was on my wedding day. I’m the only girl of 6 brothers. He is a very quiet n strong man. That day he first saw me, I could see the pride and emotion that swell up in his eyes as he grabbed his face to hold back. I was so shocked never seeing him like this and we both smiled with acknowledgement. This was even more confirmation that he approved of the man I was about to marry. There’s nothing I know he won’t do for me and the same with me for him. My Dad is still my #1 Man…but don’t tell my hubby. (LOL) So Blessed to still have him in my life today.
My father was teaching me to drive when another driver scared me by pulled out in front of me. I said “That driver makes me so mad – I almost hit him.” Dad quietly said, that driver can’t make you mad, only you can make you mad. I loved that he didn’t react to the situation (and squealing brakes) but simply stated a fact. He knew I would learn to drive more defensively after this near miss but he needed to address my reaction and mind set. I think he was a genius and have passed that advice on, so many times.
Anytime with my Dad was special. He was always my rock when I was little. There wasn’t any problem he couldn’t fix. Miss him terribly. ;(
frying up freshly caught trout when we went camping/boating – I made sure my children had the same experiences with him
My dad was the proud father of 3 girls. He never once complained that he did not have a son. He spent hours at the mall with us helping us to pick out clothes. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized he didn’t like shopping… he only did it to spend time with us and because it was what we enjoyed. Love you dad.
Two memories of my Dad that stand out in my mind. First is the way he cared for and really loved my Mom as she developed Alzheimer’s disease and could not give love in return. The other is how he supported me and told me I could do well and succeed in any career path I chose. I am also thankful for the legacy of faith that he passed on to me. Love you, Dad!!!
My dad was such a wonderful and patient teacher. He believed girls should be prepared to do it all even before that concept would be considered vogue. So he taught me to hammer nails, paint the outside of the house, mow the lawn, change a tire and so much more… forever grateful.
I think my favorite memory is camping, I remember we started in the big blue tent that took forever to put up, the progressed to several campers, until today’s which is a motor home that is parked at a site where we go every weekend to just relax and kayak.
My Dad is the most wonderful man in the whole world. He has been my main support and encourager during this time that I have become disabled. He will do anything for me, any time of the night or day and never acts like I am a burden. My very favorite memory of him is the first time I came down the stairs after having spinal fusion surgery and knee surgeries. It was so hard, I can barely put it into words. My Dad was right there beside me. When I got to the bottom, he praised and praised me and told me how proud of me he was. It meant the world to me to have him right there, supporting me. He is the best!
I was a daddy’s girl. I followed him everywhere and he let me tag along and do whatever he was doing. He’s gone now but I treasure my memories of him and can’t wait for Heaven!!
Spectacular release!! And I just love everything the design team has put together â¤ď¸ My favorite memory with my dad was when would he would take my sister and I out for hot cocoa and doughnuts after church on Sunday.
My dad loved San Francisco as much as I did growing up and every year for my birthday we would have dinner at the officers club on Treasure Island and then we would play tourist in San Francisco. I still love spending time in the city, always reminds me of how much fun I had with my dad.
When I started college I was an art major but what I really enjoyed was science. Back then girls didn’t do science so no one encouraged me to go into that field. I changed my major to nursery school education and then elementary education. I still knew that really wasn’t what I wanted to do. My dad was an engineer. He sat down with me and told me I could be anything I wanted, that I should just go for it. So, I changed my major one last time to Biology and started taking lots of math and lab classes. I was the only girl in my Physics class. I graduated and became a biology teacher. If it hadn’t been for my father’s encouragement I would have never gone down what road.
So many, but one memory that immediately jumps to mind is hiking in American Fork canyon with my dad and my kids. Also, my parents didn’t love my 80’s music very much, but my dad made a mix tape of 80’s songs he liked that we could listen to it in the car. He also helped me make my own mix tapes using his reel to reel player.
I had the best step-dad a girl could ask for. He loved me and my brother as if we were his own children He took off a whole day from work twice to take me and a friend to Chicago and Indianapolis to see the Beatles in concert. I was very blessed to have him in my life.
When I was little, my father made up bedtime stories about 3 grasshoppers named Hoppy, Skippy and Jumpy. Evidently as time went on, I would direct what Hoppy, Skippy and Jumpy should be doing in their adventures, and he would have to make up a story to go along with what I had directed. He was a WWII vet, having quit high school 3 months before graduation to volunteer in the Army. He went on to earn advanced degrees, and didn’t talk very much about the time in the service. His feet froze one night on guard duty, which caused a lot of suffering for years after. My grandmother had all 3 of her sons serving in the war at the same time. Lots of mothers then lived that reality, and I’m so thankful that I haven’t had to face that.
Lots of good memories with Dad. But recently, having morning coffee with him. Just the two of us. Peaceful and pleasant start to a day. It’s the little things that make the biggest impression!
Because my mother had to raise four children basically by herself, my positive memories are of her and all she did to be both mother and father. One of the things I appreciate most was her making the time to regularly take us to the library. Because of her, I got my first library card when I was in elementary school and have had one ever since, wherever we lived–even in northeastern Nigeria! The love of books she instilled in us broadened our horizons and enriched our lives.
My father went home to be with the Lord just last October at 90. He was both Mom and Dad to us since I was 18 years old. The best memories was going to the beach every Saturday where he taught us to body surf in the ocean. Riding the waves was so much fun.
I think each and every memory of my father is my favorite, and I treasure them ALL. He passed away April 1999 and there isn’t a day that goes by I don’t miss him. â¤ď¸
When I was a kid, after church on Sunday’s, my dad and I would go to the beach and feed the ducks. He always kept a loaf of bread in the car and we never missed a day =) I loved it!
My best memory of my dad is of his smile and the knowledge I was loved unconditionally.
One of my favorite memories is waiting for my father to come home from work on a hot summer’s day – he would bring home a big cardboard box of fudgesicles from the local convenience store for us five kids!
Sad to say I did not have a father or fatherly figure ever in my life. My father died when I was less than a year old. I do have many wonderful memories with my sister. One was doing the cleaning and shaking the dusting mop hard enough that the mop head would fall off!
My most favorite memory of my father was when I was in labor and he told me he wished I didn’t go through this pain and he told me, “I love you.” My dad never told me he loved me before. It’s a memory I will never forget. Dad was not a father that stayed around, his job took him in different states.
I remember when my Mom passed away my Dad taught me how to play Cribbage with him. My Dad had been a shift worker and I didn’t “know” him all that well…that bonded us into becoming the best of friends.
My Dad would take me fishing often. I don’t remember catching much, but I remember going fishing once a month (at least) with him.
It’s hard to chose, but I used to have a business at our farmers market. My Dad would get up at 4:30 on Saturday mornings to drive to my place and help me set up for the market and then do the reverse at noon. Every time for over a decade. He’s such a good man.
My father was a rockhound and the entire family went to Copper Harbor MI to look for fossils and pretty stones. He brought them home and polished them in his rock polisher. I loved liking at all the pretty stones we had collected.
I remember he would love to trick us on what our vacations would be. We would be heading to Disneyland, but he would have my sisters and me believing we were heading to the desert.
Our first family vacation ever was to Disneyland and my dad made it extra special for all of us!
I remember playing games with my Dad. He loved to play and was very competitive.
When I was about 10 years old, our church group held a Daddy-Daughter Date for our neighborhood. We got to dress up in cowboy/cowgirl attire, have a nice dinner, and dance the night away. My dad worked a lot, and sometimes we rarely saw him in a week. So when he took time off just to take me on this date, I was thrilled! I still remember that, and I cherish the memory. Thanks for a fun and inspirational release week!
A very special moment was when my dad walked me down the aisle at my wedding. I didn’t get married until I was 40 and dad was 76. We laughed that he was an expert having walked my four older sisters down before me.
Shopping with my dad and helping him pick out gifts for my mom. I always got a little treat too!
I loved to sit in my grand dad’s shop floor. While he was repairing everything around from inside and outside the house, he was “teaching” so much to me : astronomy, philosophy, almost every thing you can imagine. When I was a little girl, he was a magical man for me. đ
My dearest childhood memory of my father is him reading The Hobbit to me before bed… and this is back before it was made cool by the movies, LOL!
I don’t have one particulate memory, but My dad has the best sense of humor and always makes us laugh. I always enjoy our family get together!
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My favorite memories with dad was catching him playing with the Kittens he professed to hate. Never let him live that down!
There are many special occasions with my Dad that I remember. But, mostly I remember that after a long day of hard work he would come home tired, eat his supper, sit with us while we did our homework and then play a game with us. He and my Mom both worked. Dad worked days, Mom worked nights and Gram was there with us for a few hours before Dad got home so that there was always someone home with us. Good days, good life, great parents!
My Daddy worked a lot when we were younger, my favorite memory was when we were snowed in one Christmas and we all went out to play in the snow. We built snow forts, had snowball fights and played fox and geese, But, there are many other memories too numerous to mention!
My Dad and I would often go on short trips in Ohio and my favorite was to see the Air and Space museum. It was so meaningful to have my Dad all to myself for a whole day.
While on a camping trip, some young boys climbed a tree and hung a ghost from a rope. They dropped the ghost from the tree every time a car drove down the dirt lane. Absolutely no one noticed so my dad got up from the campfire drove the car around and stopped when the ghost dropped in front of his windshield. He jumped out of the car and ran away into the night screaming and waving his arms. The boys had the laugh of their lives and never guessed it was all an act.
I love my dad so much! He adopted me after marrying my mom. He had to sell his boat so he could afford to adopt me and my three siblings. He had five children of his own, as well. People told him he was crazy. But he always said we were always meant to be his, he just got us in a different way. He loved us like we were his. We eventually got another boat and spent lots of hours waterskiing and swimming on the lake late at night. Best memories of my teenage years. When it came time for me to get married, he sold our boat again to help pay for my wedding. So I joke with him that he sold his boat to get me and then sold his boat to give me away. LOL
One of my favorite memories of my dad was learning how to drive from him. For some reason he started me out on a stick shift. We lived in a compact neighborhood with cars on the street. As I started up and released the clutch, we jumped into the car parked in front of us. Naturally I was horrified and probably could have given up driving for several years had it not been for my dad’s calm response. I’m sure he was also shocked, but he just let the lesson end for the day and we began again in a few days with an automatic shift.
Years later, I ended up having to be the calm parent who taught my kids how to drive. During that time, I would reflect back on my dad and the great driver he was and the confidence he gave me to get past obstacles. Even the scary ones….if you’ve ever taught a teenager how to drive, you know just how scary that can be. Thanks dad!
Its hard to choose, but I think my favorite memory of my Dad is when he and I went shopping for my first new vehicle when I was 21. I wanted a truck, and not just any truck, I was very picky. Salesman tried showing me all these small, girly trucks. Dad just tagged along and let me snub my nose at them all. Then I saw THE ONE I wanted. Sitting on the showroom floor was exactly what I wanted. My Dad cosigned the loan for me and I could feel the pride he felt for me when the salesman tried to get me sign up for all the extras and when I put him in his place. Im glad I took after my Dad đ He’s been gone for 6 years now and I miss him every day.
My father passed away 12 years ago from lung cancer. I have too many special memories to pick just one. He was someone who loved to plan a last minute adventure and take the long and least traveled way to get there. We had many good times together.
When I was 15 we took our spring break trip to Boston. While shopping at Filene’s Basement, I fell in love with this gorgeous black beaded dress. I couldn’t believe it when he bought it for me! I remember getting to wear it to a special dad and me dinner at the Beverly Wilshire in Beverly Hills. I felt amazing and so special!
my dad was a farmer and there was nothing he loved more than being out on the farm in the fresh air with growing things. his pride and joy was his garden and I loved the be his helper (er, hindrance more likely) and follow along in his footsteps. the best part of the day was when he would break open a watermelon on the tailgate of his truck and bring out the salt shaker and we would sit and eat warm watermelon right in the garden. I miss that man so much!
Fishing with my dad was one of my favorite memories. It started the night before, by watering the grass and after dark we would go night crawling. That is picking worms out of the ground. The next day we would head out early and hang out talking while we waited for the fish to bite.
My father was disabled in his 20s yet never let this stop him from working hard to support his family or from enjoying outdoor activities with us kids. I’ll always remember those warm lake days of him sitting on the dock, taking his prosthetic leg off and jumping in with the rest of us! He’s been gone >40 years and still miss him every day.
I remember the three of us kids in the backyard and my dad teaching us how to play indian ball, at least that’s what we called it. It was played with a wiffle ball and bat. The name makes no sense to me, but the game was enjoyable. Knowing now that my dad took the time to do something fun with us makes the memory even more special.
One of the things I remember about my dad is what a dedicated vegetable gardener he was. During the growing season in Minnesota, he went out to his garden every day after work. It was a work of [he]art; his rows were tidy and weed-free, and we always had fresh, tasty vegetables.
My dad was the most generous person I’ve ever known. He was always helping family, friends and strangers. He was a master gardener and craftsman. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do but some of my best memories are of our travels in a camper all over the United States. He has been gone 4 years now but my memories of him will live forever.
My best memories of my dad were sitting around the kitchen table laughing. He had the best sense of humor! I miss him so much!
My dad was a real handy andy and one time I tried to make a desk from a TV tray and failed miserably! Next thing I knew my dad had made me a desk from wood with drawers and cubby holders…it was FABULOUS! I lost my dad in 2001 to cancer and still miss him!
My father passed a few years ago. We used to love to go to flea markets & antiquing together. I miss the hunt of who was going to find what we were looking for first or who was going to find that good deal.
I also remember that he always new who my son was even though the dementia had already taken over when he was born, he might not know who anyone else was but, he knew him.
I have a lot of memories with my Dad since we worked together after he retired from AT&T. I do a great job of mimicking him in meetings now that he’s gone (he passed away three years ago) and it always makes everyone laugh – “You look and sound just like him!!” I count that as a big compliment since he is not my biological father. đ The memory of him that always makes me laugh now is recalling my last phone call with him about a job my old boss had asked me to apply for. Daddy kept saying, “You’re almost 50, you know,” several times during the conversation. Yes, Daddy. I know!!! But thanks for continually reminding me!
This is sort of a poignant question. My father who could do anything has dementia. I have such fond memories of the man that everyone called Mr Wonderful. I think my favorite memory is of him playing for hours with my daughter. Smiling and holding her hand while she twirled like a ballerina. Such wonderful fun times.
My father has been gone for over ten years now. What I remember most is the times he would take to just listen to me when I had something on my mind. He wouldn’t always be able to help but it was just nice to know he was there for me.
My father was a mechanic and always called one of us to help him. I remember whenever he needed us to help with brake adjustment we would always hope he didn’t call us because he was particular on how we did whatever he wanted us to do. Of course my siblings and I would always goof off and he’d end up doing his whistle which wasn’t a good thing. After every project, he never failed to say thanks and how great we did in helping him (no matter how many times he had to whistle. I really miss him.
So many memories of my father (I miss him every day, but can hear his voice in so many different ways). But perhaps my fondest was the day he walked me through the place where he worked and could show me what he did! He did it was such pride and I felt so honored to be connecting with him in that very special way.
While my dad was home recuperating from a severe heart attack, I’d come in from high school and take out an old Cokesbury hymnal and sit down , play the piano and sing his favorite hymns. I lost him to heart disease not many years later when I was 27. I’m so glad we had that time together.
My Dad was a very sweet and gentle man, and I don’t think he had an enemy in the world. My greatest memories include him wanting to visit me in WA flying from MN, even though he was more of a homebody. This went on for 10 years until his passing, and my DH and I even got my folks to take some vacations with us. He loved every minute of each trip. He’s been gone almost 27 years, and I still miss him daily.
Gosh, there are so many fun memories with my dad. But one that stands out is one of the times we were horsing around in our backyard and I got the hose and started spraying him with it for about 10 minutes. I knew there would be pay back but we were laughing and having so much fun I knew I would gladly take him getting me back with a cold shower of water.
My favorite memory is going fishing with my Dad. He gave me a love for the outdoors and travel.
My father loved to go fishing. He had a worm bed in the back yard that was oh so full of juicy worms. One Easter when I was in high school a friend gave me one of those
colored baby chicks ( think it was blue). We lived in the city before chickens in the back yard were fashionable ( and ok by the city). I named her Martha and she actually grew up. She would follow my dad around as he puttered in the yard. Whenever he would tend the worm bed Martha would be right there expecting a big old worm. Not sure chickens even like worms but she certainly did!
My Dad loved to drive and we had older Cadillacs and would take long car trips all over the U.S. When it was time to find a motel for the night he always made sure it had a pool for us kids to swim in. Made the long day driving with no air conditioning worth it!
so many great memories of my dad! going to airshows, camping, fishing (even though he didn’t like fish!) or a simple drive to a family gathering was always fun with my dad!
My father and I never got along as I was growing up. I think because we were both stubborn (guess where I got that from?!). But once I was in my 20’s, our relationship got much better. And as an adult, I was better able to appreciate him as my father. And for me, that’s the best memory of all.
Good Morning! My favorite Dad memory is as a child. We used to go to a cabin in Canada every summer. My dad loves to fish and we loved to adventure in the forest. One year, a chipmunk sat on top of our luggage in the trunk as we were leaving. We screamed at my dad to shut the trunk so we could trap it and keep it. We loved chipmunks! He didn’t close the trunk, of course, but I remember him explaining how the chipmunk needed to stay in his home rather than coming to ours. We were disappointed, but understood. Wonderful memory!
I really miss my Dad! I remember when we were little and he was driving us through the English countryside. It was Spring and the sheep all had baby lambs with them. We drove down a narrow country lane and there were a couple of lambs that had got out of the nearby field and were blocking our way. Dad rolled down the car windows and shouted “mint sauce” at them (a traditional accompaniment for roast lamb in England) – you should have seen them run! We laughed for ages about that.
My fondest memory of my dad was Watching him play Kung Fu on the nintendo entertainment system. He could beat that game 5 times on one life and to this day that is something I still can’t do.
My dad took me to my weekly horse back riding lesson. He suffered from terrible allergies, so he would stay in the car the entire time and even then had to take lots of medicine. I think about how quietly kind and uncomplaining he was.
Every moment of every day, I knew I was loved by my dad. I miss him so much.
When I was away at college my dad clipped our favorite comics out of the paper (Marmaduke & Peanuts) and sent them to me–often with just “Love, Dad” on a piece of paper & usually $5 or $10 for extra spending money. I was far away from home & those envelopes would really lift my spirits. My dad was such a wonderful man–I miss him dearly.
I remember my father always growing things…flowers, and of course all vegetables and even fruit trees…grafting several varieties onto one trunk. At 95 he still does that and is an inspiration to me for how hard he works to being food to the table that he grows from seed and lovingly plants and nurtures! He is amazing.
Growing up, there was a pretty clear division of labor in our house. Mom was in charge of the kids and Dad went to work. Despite this obvious stereotype, my Dad raised me to believe that I could do anything. He encouraged me to work hard through his words and his work ethic and he motivated me when I pursued a career path that, at the time, had few women. He is the perfect Dad for me.
I loved baking with my easy-bake-oven when I was little. I would get creative and add huckleberries or salmonberries that I picked to the cake mix. I’m sure some of my creations were odd tasting, but my dad never said so. He loved all the cakes I would bake for him.
One of my favorite memories of my dad happened at my wedding rehearsal. He walked me down the aisle, then stopped and pretended to lift my veil for a sweet kiss. Then he paused while I continued to the altar. My mother chastised him to sit down. He turned to her with an impish smile and replied that he was practicing waiting for the train of my dress to pass. We’ve been married more than 40 years now, but this memory still brings me a smile every year on our anniversary! ?
My wonderful father was a WWII staff sgt. He was truly a leader, but didn’t discuss the horrors of war. There are a million things he did. I could write a book. He would get small gifts for me, my brother and sister, even though money was really tight. He would listen to us, spend time with us, play games with us, build snowmen in the winter. I always felt safe, warm, protected, loved. He was the best. He wasn’t a saint, but he had all of the great qualities of the perfect father. After 22 years, I still miss him (and Mom) every day. I am one of the most blessed people… God gave ME the best set of parents.
My Dad was a farmer and I loved when we walked around the fields together. He talked of his plans for planting the crop and we enjoyed the day together just the two of us with dog running around us as we walked. Memories are precious
Too hard to pick one memory- but I’m incredibly happy to still be making memories with him! His generosity and support know no limits.
My favorite memories of my Dad are from the holidays, he loved to give gifts to his family, and always went out of his way to find really special gifts for each person.
When I was in high school, I found out I was going to get my first “D” on my report card. It was in Chemistry and I honestly just didn’t get it. I knew I had to tell my parents before they found out on their own. I started crying when I told my Dad and not only did I not get in trouble, but he took me out and got me a new dress. He knew I had tried and years later I found out he had gotten the same grade when he took Chemistry.
My dad used to work really long hours and so some of my favourite memories are of when he was able to get off work before our bedtime, my brother and I would snuggle in one on each side tucked up against my dad as he told us the most awesome bedtime stories..
I always loved when my dad would be home with us if my mom had to work. He fixed the craziest dinners but my brothers and I loved them!
My dearest memory of my father, a man bigger than life, was riding around our ranch with him, inspecting fruit and fruit trees. We grew and sold summer fruit, and dad shared with me a love of all things growing. As we drove up and through the orchards, he would pick a peach or plum, instructing me to taste and judge the quality. Each season would bring a new stage of ripening fruit, and the point of it’s perfect time to pick. Dad is home with our Lord now, and I’m so grateful he took the time to give me a love and appreciation for the blessings of growing things!
One of y favorite memories of my father is water skiing on the Chickahominy River in Virginia each summer- he was an amazing water skier – and taught us how to work those skis! Such a great memory – thanks so much!
My favorite memory is probably going fishing with my Dad and Grandpa. Or eating lefse (Norwegian type tortilla made with potatoes, eaten with butter and sugar on it) on my (other) Grandpa’s lap. I was very close with both of my grandpas.
One of my favorite memories is when my dad would play “Lion” with us kids. One summer day at our cabin in the mountains, he was chasing us and jumped out of a window, growling the whole time. Unfortunately, he tore the ligament in his knee and we kids had to help the “helpless lion” into the cabin and seek medical help!
My fave memory is of my dad taking me to the skeet range when I was 13. He used to go shoot every Sunday afternoon with his friend and his two teenaged sons. They always bet a round of ice cream sundaes on who would hit the most out of the round of 25 flying clay targets. I’d never been there before, and had just completed my gun safety course. I won with 23/25. My dad was so proud. And so was I. I miss him very much. He passed away in 2003.
Like most dads of the 50s and 60s, my Dad worked long hours, but he still found time to teach my brother and me how to swim, took us ice skating on the local pond and bowling on Sunday afternoons. He desperately wanted to be a grandfather but died too young to know his. He’s been gone 40 years and I still miss him.
We didn’t have much money for recreation as a kid, but my Dad would take us all out for an ice cream cone and then to the railroad switch yard and we would all sit in the old 1940 Ford. Car and watch the action. I still love trains!
My favorite memory with my dad is during my college years I started getting into photography and my dad got super excited because it’s also one of his hobbies. We had all these nerdy camera talks and went to various camera stores. It was really cool to reconnect with my dad as an adult.
One of my favorite memories is going to the lumber yard with my dad. I loved working on projects with him, and he taught me how to use tools and have fun creating. He was a excellent crafter as well, and had a million ideas.
My dearest memory of my father, a man bigger than life, was riding with him through our fruit orchards. We grew and sold summer fruit on our ranch. Each season brought a new set of challenges with tree production, and each spring would see the results and rewards of careful attention to every single tree. Early summer brought juicy peaches, plums and apricots. I’m so grateful for his instruction and for passing on his love of all things growing, a passion I now share with my children!
When my Daddy cut his foot badly in a lawn mower accident and we got to go on vacation from Kansas to Oregon in a pickup truck camper. Best memory ever!!!
I had a wonderful Dad and I always will cherish how as an adult we would meet for coffee. Our discussions covered any and all topics you can imagine. He was an intellectual and very loving man. Miss him.
I had a long think about this and all my memories about my father are good and I don’t really have a favourite. A special one in my adult days, is on my wedding day, which he organised and enjoyed! I remember him looking happy and proud.
So many memories of my Dad….the best memories are just the time that he took to spend with his family. He worked hard and was out of town a lot, so when he was home, time spent with him was the best
All of the grandchildren born in my extended family gravitated to my Mother. When my son Chris was born, he claimed my Dad. Sitting on Grandpa’s lap, Chris would suck his left thumb and hang on to Grandpa’s ear. When Chris was 2, we moved from Albany, NY, clear across the country to Oregon. When my parents came for their first visit, we went to the local K-Mart to get some things. It was late morning and Chris was getting hungry. K-Mart had a Grill, but it wasn’t open yet. My Dad got the manager to cook a hotdog because his grandson was hungry! My dad never read a story to the other grandkids, but Chris would nestle in his lap and Grandpa would read to him —- thumb and ear in place!
I believe it was winter of ’78…the big blizzard here in Ohio. So many snowdrifts over our heads! We were 9, 8 and 7 and lived on a farm. Dad dug all these awesome tunnels through the drifts. We played for hours and days!
My favorite moments with my Dad are many, now that’s he’s gone and with my Mom, My favorite memory is how much he loved Mom and his family.
My favorite memories with my dad are probably of him taking me to the Shrimp Festival in North Carolina as a kid. My step mom and brother and sister don’t like shrimp, so it was always something we did just the two of us. I really cherish that special time with my dad!
My dad and I would create all kinds of things, like puppets and castles made of cardboard in our basement together. Wonderful memories…
I loved Saturdays growing up because my Dad would be home and we would ride in the back of his pick up truck to go to the store and get a treat. He would also shine up our bikes for us and we could hang out with him throughout the day while he watered the lawn, did outdoor chores, etc. He also made us a sandbox in our backyard. Good memories. đ
My dad is an inspiration to me in so many ways! He’s the pillar of strength in our family. I enjoyed the time between just the two of us as I helped him do his spring clean up in his gardens that first spring after my mom passed. It was a difficult time but just being together with my dad helped bring me peace and strength.
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My dad was a metal worker and started his own siding business. I worked with him one year to pay off my university debts and was amazed at how patient he was, teaching me the tricks of the trade. I made a few time consuming mistakes but he never got mad, just showed me how to do it right.
Me and my Dad didn’t always have a great realationship, he worked a lot and wasn’t around I became bitter and our realatiknship suffered in a big way.
After he retired he found out he had ALS and had 2-5 years to live. it was a horrible time, but also a blessing because it made me realize how important he was to me. I helped take care of him, he was able to walk me down the isle and be there for the birth of my daughter.
The time I was able to spend with him during his illness was bitter sweet but it was the closest we ever had been. RIP Dad!
I have never met my dad. He died before I was born. In my dreams, I always thought that he would teach me to ride a bike.
When he cried at my wedding & when he bought our son a Pooh Bear when he was a little baby.
I always enjoyed spending time fishing with my dad. We’d make a picnic lunch and gather up our fishing supplies and head out for the day. It was a time to for peaceful reflection and some silliness as I always hated putting worms on the hook, instead I used salami chunks!
My stepfather was a Vietnam War vet who had PTSD and we talked about his nightmares sometimes and the things he’d seen in his two tours of duty. We loved watching football games together with the mute button on because he hated the sports commentary. It interrupted his enjoyment of the game and I learned to love watching the game that way, learning the hand signals for penalties quickly. We used to enjoy watching Charles Kuralt on CBS News Sunday morning together, especially the closing segments where it was just listening to birdsong or the leaves rustling in the wind as beautiful images went by. Miss those mornings.
I think memories of Dad reading or telling me bedtime stories are some of my favorites.
my favourite memories all have to do with my dad’s wit; he has a fantastic sense of humour and is able to laugh and see the lighter side of almost any situation. I don’t have a specific memory but rather just a general feeling of always having him light up each and every situation and I am so thankful for him. I tell him that too!
My favorite memory of my dad is all the horse shows we used to go to. Also seeing him with my children and now their very precious memories of him.
I was reminded of special times with my Dad while out fishing last evening. I told my husband I could cast a mile because I had a good teacher. My Dad patiently took me along on many of his fishing trips and taught me many things. He also spent long times untangling the birds’ nest in my line. I still get them.
I have a lot of great memories of my dad because he was my high school teacher AND basketball coach. I just couldn’t get away! : ) He didn’t often play with us when we were kids, but one time when my mom went out and left him in charge, he got out the face paint and painted our faces (or maybe let us paint them I was about 8, my brother 4 and my sister 2) and got out the video camera and we put on a little show. It was very silly, but we still watch the video every once in a while. : )
My father was a gentle caring man. He was a pediatrician and was loved by his patients and their parents. I loved it, when I was very young and had just washed my hands, he would grab a towel and wrap my little hands in it and dry them, and we would laugh. It sounds like a funny thing to remember, but it is what came to mind when I read the question.
I have a very good friend from work who I can talk to about anything and he gives me great advice so I consider him my dad figure. I’m lucky to have him in my life!
My father had a wonderful voice and loved to sing! He also went on assignment Sundays to speak at different units of our church. I accompanied him on one of those assignments, gave a talk just before him; then we sang a duet together between our talks…sweet memory!
When we were in the limo heading to my wedding I asked my dad if he thought I was doing the right thing. I had no doubts, but he went into a slight panic and I love that his first instinct was to tell me it wasn’t too late to back out. He has always adored my husband but what if I had any doubts, dad had my back.
My dad was a WWII Marine. He raised 6 kids on his own after his first wife left and then married my mom before I came along when he was 53. Although he was strong and tough, he was also gentle and incredibly kind. One of my favorite memories was of him building me a playhouse on my 4th birthday. He let me hold the hammer and (attempt) to pound in a few nails. I recall feeling so grown up and him being so worried I would hit my thumb. My dad died in 2008 at age 84 and suffered for a few years before of worsening dementia…but one of the last conversations we had was about that playhouse he built me.
Fishing with my father are some of my favorite memories. We also spent a lot of time together working on farm machinery and spending time together.
My parents are divorced and every year my dad would ask to take us trick or treating. He always scoped out the good neighborhoods, you know the ones where they give out the regular sized candy bars and not the fun size. He loved going trick or treating and scaring us whenever he could.
My father-in-law is one of the sweetest and best men I know. He’s done so much for us over the years. I just love spending time with him and having great conversations.
Teaching me to drive! What a brave man đ He has always been there for me and always done without things and time for me and my siblings.
I remember on Sunday afternoon we would drive to Torrance to play volleyball with my dad and uncles, my one uncle has polio and his brothers all got together to encourage him to keep moving, the kids could play or explore the park, lots of great memories.
My father was a physician/surgeon. I didn’t see much of him growing up because he was always working. He used to love fishing. We took a family vacation one year up in the mountains and he played rummy with me in our cabin. I didn’t cherish the memory at the time because I was still young, but I do now. He died when I was only 32, but that memory of playing rummy with my father (just him and me) is forever engrained within my heart. I wish I had more time with him as an adult.
My father died when I was very young, but I have had two wonderful brothers-in-law to help guide me. I remember fun outings with them and my nieces and nephews through the years, college move-ins, and they even walked me down the aisle. Grateful for both of them!
My father shared his love of weather with me. My favorite memory is of us on a business trip together with a storm coming in ahead of us. I could hear the excitement in his voice as he explained the clouds and the rain to my young self.
So many memories….camping, building things in the shop, and teaching me how to “gap” my own spark plugs. My Dad was a pilot, and a very fond memory is when he took a bunch of my friends flying in our small plane for my birthday. What fun we had doing “dipsy doodles” and many other fun maneuvers! I miss him a lot!â¤ď¸
I had a wonderful stepfather! He married my Mom when I was just 6 years old, so he was like a Dad to me. I remember him taking me to the Father-Daughter dinner dance at my school when I was in elementary school. It was exciting to go and get all dressed up for the occasion. One other memory was of him participating in the PTA parents talent show. He was such a good sport and had so much fun in the skits… he even danced the can-can with a group of other dads!
My Dad died of cancer when he was only 49. Even though that was so long ago and I was just a teenager, he left me with so many wonderful memories. He always made sure our holidays were special even though we didn’t have a lot of money. One of my favorite memories was Easter. My parents would hide hundreds of jelly beans all over the house and all 5 of us kids would race around to see who could find the most. Afterward my Dad would take us for a ride in the country to see the apple trees in bloom and the baby sheep at the farms nearby.
Helping my Dad in his workshop were some of my favorite memories as a kid!
My father was always wonderful to take his teen daughter (me!) shopping for clothes
At the Body Shop. He was always patient and let me try on everything in the store and never
Complained. I always thought it was so sweet of him to take time out of his busy day to shop with me!
I don’t have a specific memory but the thing I love about my dad is that I can alway talk to him about life and he has always shown me love and encouragement and when I need advice he has given me what I needed.
It was my dad’s birthday on Friday, and we went out to celebrate. My dad got me to drink a couple of glasses of wine and we started getting silly…even took a goofy selfie together. He’s 79, and I love him dearly and try to make even the smallest moments with him memorable.
As others have stated, there are too many memories to choose just one; instead, here’s an overall impression of my dad. Through life experiences and a lot of reading, my father was a very knowledgeable man and was quite willing to share – some would say impart – that knowledge with others. One day, rain turned into an ice storm and a 30-minute commute turned into six hours. As I was preparing to get off my exit, I saw a angled row of cars along the side of the road. Apparently, each one had slid into its parking place. I started to panic that I would be next in the row when I heard my dad’s voice saying, “Don’t slam on the brakes, Nancy. Just tap them when needed and keep your car headed toward the exit.” Even when he wasn’t actually present, my dad was there to lend his advice. I cannot begin to count how many times that has been the case.
My father taught me how to swim.
I only had my Dad for 18 years, so every memory of him is special to me. He was a warm, kind man with an easy laugh and I loved being with him. He would have been 101 years old this year! I miss him still.
My father has been gone for 21 years, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. One favorite memory is when he came for surprise visits (and scheduled ones) while I was in college. He would take me and a couple of my friends to dinner, and everyone loved him. One visit, he brought me a bike, as he thought it would be nice to have for getting around. He was right! Another time, he came with an enormous Easter basket that I could share with my friends in the dorm. And when he came for Dad’s Weekend, we spent a freezing day at the football game, bundled in blankets, gloves, and scarves. Nothing could have made us leave before the end of the game. I could go on and on, as Dad was a great man and a wonderful mentor and friend.
My Dad is home with the Lord now, so I look forward to seeing what he has been up to all these years.
I don’t know that I have ever had a father figure, sad but true.
My father died just before my 30th birthday. My favorite memories are the long driving trips we made from Nebraska to each coast. When the radio stations were static he’d begin singing spirituals and especially “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.” He truly couldn’t carry a tune so we would giggle but enjoy his attempts as he tried to entertain his four kids.
My favorite memories with my dad are from family vacations. He is rather adventuresome, so we usually went to off-the-beaten places. We got to experience many different parts of the US.
I have a few favorite memories but one that sticks out is when dad used to work on the cars in the garage and had me out there, teaching me and getting me to help. One time we had to replace the transmission and he had me helping him. After it was all done and put together we went for a test drive and there was no heat in the car…he had forgotten he put plugs in the hoses!! We had to take apart a few things to get them out. I certainly learned a lot that day!
My favorite memories of my Dad are when I was in high school and we would go on father-daughter outings to football games, movies, etc. and then go get pie for dessert!
When I was about 4 years old my dad woke me up on a winter night to look out at the snowy back yard. There stood a beautiful buck with a huge rack of antlers! I remember it being so quiet as it snowed looking out the window in awe of such a majestic animal. That memory will forever be etched in my mind.
Wow loving the release. My favorite memory with my dad was how much he enjoyed spending tune with his granddaughter. We miss him so much….
When I was little I used to go into the office with my dad sometimes on Saturday mornings. His secretary had a desk in his office (weird). He would let me sit at her desk and play with the (non-electric) typewriter and the big, huge adding machine. It was fun for me but I wonder how much she appreciated it when she came in on Monday!
My dad was an insomniac, so always up at the crack of dawn – 4 or 5 am. As soon as I would hear him, I would come out of the room I shared with my sister. This was MY time with my dad. He would make us toast and we would chat. This is before I was even in school, so it is a very precious memory. He never, ever acted like I was in his way or bothering him. He died when I was in my early 30’s. I’m 65 now & still miss him!
My dad and I have shared times when he was by my hospital side, swimming as a kid in a lake, motorbike riding,and fun story telling. He is truly a wonderful father!!
My dad taught me to drive in 1975. He had had several heart attacks, but was determined to teach me that skill. I drove him everywhere…the local cemetery with all the little streets was a great place to learn sharp turns. I can parallel park like no other. I used mom’s 1971 Maverick with NO power steering. Every Aug. 18th, I remember that it was the day that I got my license. Dad was hospitalized but insisted that I keep the appointment. He was so proud of me. He passed just 10 days later on the 28th.
One of my favorite memories is my dad taking me up to the marlin tower and teaching me how to drive his boat. I’ll never forget him sharing something he loved with me!
My dad had health problems so he couldn’t work outside the home. He was our constant companion at school events, and always our champion. My favorite memory is when he was able to come to the US to visit us and his joy when.he saw us again, especially his granddaughter after five years.
My remember riding with him on his motorcycle. We rode to a restaurant for lunch and I got my favorite drink. It was a good day.
My dad Isn’t one to say “I love you” in words, but by bringing home my favorite donut, reminding me to wear my hat & gloves or by clearing the snow off my car & warming it up for me before work when I lived at home. It is the quiet “little” things day to day.
I lost my dad at a young age but he was loving caring man. He was very musically talented on many instruments and loved to sing. In the evening I would crawl up into his lap and he would sing as I drifted off to sleep.
My dad was a pretty straight-laced, rule-followin’ guy. One evening we were coming home from dinner; the road we were on had a good-sized bump – he was telling us they were going to re-do that section of road to take the bump out. When we got to the bump he gunned the car and as we went over the bump we got air borne. It was so out-of-character for him the entire family was laughing so hard.
Dancing with my dad, standing on his feet. We did that often when I was young. I still love to dance.
Of course so many memories. I am the youngest of 4 and probably the most spoiled shhh don’t tell my siblings! When I was very young each night he would give me a piggy back up to bed, to me that is just the sweetest thing!
I have so many wonderful memories with my Dad. He has always been so kind and caring. New special memories are created during every visit and every phone conversation.
I am so blessed to have the best daddy in the world who, at 81, still works, mows his yard, and prays for people he meets on a daily basis. When I was a kid, he would take me to the nicest restaurant in town, Regas, for my birthday every year, just the two of us. I have lots of good memories, but that’s one of my favorites! â¤â¤â¤
I love sitting with my Dad as he tells me stories of his past. I also love going over to my parents’ house, and having lunch or dinner with them. They are both great cooks. Thank you for the chance to win!
My father was an avid fisherman and anytime I got to go with him was a special occasion!
Some of my favorite memories are the bike rides we would take as a family.
There are so many fun memories, but one of the first ones was when I was probably 4 or 5 years old, he would take me and my brother on his Saturday morning errands. We would go by a engine fix it shop to get the lawn mower fixed. He would get us a Coke and Cracker Jacks. There was a miner bird in there that would talk!
Playing catch with my dad in the front yard. He always made time for us, tossing the ball around. Now I do the same with my sons đ
When my parents took me college on move-in day, my dad took me aside and gave me some cash and then told me that if I didn’t like school, I could go always go to Barber school and he would be proud to have me in his second chair. (He was a self-employed paper in a three-chair shop.) I’m not sure that he ever offered either of my brothers a job and it always made me think he was a bit of a feminist before his time!
In college, I had a rough time in one of my early engineering classes. I remember my dad sitting on the floor with me trying to help me figure out my electrical circuit. Also, not being one to show emotion, I will never forget him hugging me the day I got my first real job offer after college.
When my husband was away and we were looking to move to another town, Dad drove me around the area for days looking at model houses with me. It reminded me of when I was little and we used to go look at houses for fun. He did so much for me. I miss him.
I have many great memories of times with my Dad, and am so grateful that he is still with us. Growing up, he would get us up in the middle of the night to show us the stars, planets and moon and constellations through his telescope.
This is an amazing release! Love the creativity and just everything about this release!! ⼠My favorite memories with my dad….wow, there’s several to choose as favorites. I guess I’d have to say sitting with him while he played the guitar. He hasn’t done that in years and I ALWAYS loved when he’d pull that out and play. Those are probably the most precious childhood memories with him. As an adult….well, there are many more đ
My father would tell us to stop doing something (like not paying attention on a hike and tripping, or spilling milk… we are a very gravitionally challenged family) and then he would very promptly do the very thing he had just scolded us for lol.
I don’t have a favorite memory because all memories with him in it are fond memories! I loved it when he laughed and smiled. We worked together taking care of the yard, had game night playing cards on the weekends, roadtrips to Colorado & Iowa to see my older siblings and to Arkansas to see family friends. All fond memories that make me smile when I think of him. Ha, when I sold chocolate bars for a school fundraiser, he’d buy the whole box. I think he bought several, since I remember being close to the top sellers, and we didn’t have very close neighbors. đ
My mom just passed away a month ago and I am here at my Dad’s house spending some precious time with him. In between sorting, I’ve been cooking for him, and lots of memories are being talked about. We don’t live in the same state so it’s even more important.
I just loved my dad and miss him every day. I have a photo in my living room of him and I just hanging out in the garage drinking a beer. His arm is around me and we posed for the photo. He has nothing but love in his eyes for his children. Enjoy your dads while they are with you…and keep them in your hearts forever. Hugs
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when he would take my brother and I to his place of work over the weekends.
I would love to sit at the telephone switch board and play with all the cords
The telephone operator always knew her boss brought his kids into work over the weekend.
There are so many great memories. The one that I will always remember is right before I walked down the aisle with my Dad on the right taking my arm, he gave me the biggest smile and winked at me. I knew then that he loved me and was proud of me!
My favorite memories of my dad, consist of the daily carpools we had. It was almost a two-hour commute to the school, and every day he patiently listened to the droning of a teen girl. He was so sweet! Love him!
Lots of great memories with my Dad but one that sticks in my mind is the time we went together to our ski club for a weekend working bee. We spent lots of time together over that weekend and had a lot of fun. Dad wasn’t always around because he worked long hours to provide for us but that time reminded me how special our time together really was.
My father is the king of repairs! He can do most anything, or research it to death and then do it!
My fondest memory of my dad was him playing practical jokes on my mom. He loved a good laugh!
I’m the oldest of 5 children and when we were little my Dad would take us each out to breakfast separately to spend special one on one time with him.
It’s a collection of memories with my Dad; summertime at the lake. We would swim, boat ride, water ski. He was so patient teaching me how to water ski. I would want to give up but he would encourage me to try again. Fun memories!
A great memory I have of my Dad is him coming to the rescue when us kids accidentally discovered and unintentionally disturbed a bee hive by the river at our family camp. He and a few other fathers came running to rescue us. Always a great memory!
My Dad was a Railway Express Agent and had to meet the trains to pick up packages and deliver them. If I got up early on Saturday morning, he let me go with him, and we always made a stop at the donut shop for donuts.
My dad was a great cook, and he was known to cook enough for a small army! When I moved into an on-campus apartment during college and had a small kitchen, he would email me recipes of my favorite foods to try on my own. My parents also visited once that year, and my roommates and I enjoyed having my dad cook for us (and our neighbors since there was so much food)!
My fondest memories are the Sunday BBQ’s where we had the opportunities to catch up with the comings and goings in our busy lives.
My dad and I would go out in the mornings during golf season and we would shoot a round before school together. It was a quite time for him and I to spend time together. Dad’s gone now and I wonder if he knew how much that time he set aside for just me meant…
When i was little I would hamg out with my dad all day. We had a big family garden on property that belonged to my great aunt’s. We would all work in the garden and then i woukd go across the street to the house with my aunt’s and we would make lunch. Everyone would come in and eat together. It was almost a year round thing because there was always something that needed to be done.
My father went totally blind when I was around 4 and passed away when I was in 7th grade. I cherish sweet moments as a little girl sitting on his lap and talking about all the day activities. He loved his 3 daughters and I know it was hard for him not to see them growing up.
My favorite memories of my Dad were of Christmas Eve. Dad played the violin and our family of six children and Mum would sing Christmas carols.
We always burned wood for heat in the winter, so the days outside with Dad in the crisp autumn air, working on cutting and hauling and stacking wood stand out in my memory. We would toss it up on the back of an old converted 40’s Dodge truck, riding on the back with the wood to bring it out of the woods. The smell of fresh cut wood still brings back those wonderful memories.
I loved going to the beach with my Dad. He loved life and we all had such a great time at the beach. He taught all my children so much about fishing and the ocean!
One of most favorite memories was when I sent my dad a crisp $50 dollar bill for his birthday. Not a man of great means, it was his favorite gift to receive because he could spoil my mom with dinner and a movie out. He was so excited, he called me and asked, “Is this right, $50?” It would equal at least double that amount today. That evening, he treated my mom and himself to dinner and a movie out. He was a happy and grateful dad and had a very happy birthday. I treasure one of the few thank you cards he personally sent me for his gift.
A favorite memory of my son and mine is what we call ” Habib”. When my son was 18 months old I bought a house I couldn’t live in. Carpeting and allergies don’t mix. My dad moved into the house and refurbished it. He tore out all the carpets and laid down laminate floors. He painted every room, he remodeled the kitchen and bathroom. He was a man on a mission living in a construction zone because he wanted us to have a beautiful, livable home. After work each day I would pick my son up at daycare and head to the house to see my dad. We would eat dinner of whatever could be made in a microwave or whatever take out I would pick up. After dinner we woul get a dish of ice cream and go sit on the front step and watch the sunset. My son called it “Habib”. Later that year we discovered he called cake “Habib” as well. Turns out it was because when someone at daycare had a birthday you got cake and ice cream and sang “habi bird day to you”. We have called dessert my sunset “Habib ” ever since, it’s bittersweet now that dad is gone but the sweet memory sustains us and there’s ice cream to go with it.
Dad used to take me to Orioles games as a kid. I didn’t find out until YEARS later that he’s actually a Yankees fan and probably only did the O’s thing for me.
Jumping the waves together on family trips to the beach!
My favorite memory is being with my dad while he taught my son to ride a bike. I remembered him teaching me so many years ago. So special!
One year just before Christmas my Dad was busy working on a small hutch for a little girl who wouldn’t get presents from Santa. He let me go with him to select finishes and I watched him working wishing I would some day have something so wonderful for my plastic dishes to be displayed on. Imagine my surprise when it was under the tree on Christmas morning complete with the most beautiful ‘silver’ tea set on the shelves!
I lost my Dad way too early, but I am so glad that I have this memory of him!
My fondest memory was when my father would bend down and put his arms out and I would run to him. He was very tall so I was in the sky, so it seemed at the time!
I remember always waiting on the curb in front of our house for my dad to come home from a business trip. I always knew that he would bring a little something for me home.
I can still picture my Dad wearing dime-store reader glasses, doing crossword puzzles in pen – pencils were for beginners! And he always insisted we learn to do math in our heads like he did. He would be appalled at “new math.” And I remember one “puzzle” he never found the answer to – even his teachers couldn’t answer it – “If a car is being driven in a rain storm, will more or less rain drops hit it than when it is sitting still in the rain storm? Or would it be the same, since the moving car is missing a lot of raindrops, but is also catching up with more?”
Fishing…and lots of it. He taught me a love of the outdoors and the value of getting out in nature and away from the stress of everyday life.
He died when I was very young but I remember how he loved music. He bought a stereo and I remember him dancing with my mom and me. He passed his love of music on to me.
My father was really a member of the Silent Generation — he never said mushy stuff but his actions showed how much he loved me. In spring 1992 I came down with a very severe case of mononucleosis and I was out of work for several weeks. I was living in my parents’ house at that time, and when I felt well enough, my dad took me to a gorgeous county park about 20 minutes away to walk with me. We walked on the pathway around the pond, just talking about nothing in particular. He was so gentle, and I understood that he was basically helping me to regain my strength and be able to walk again. I miss him a ton!
My Father and I would have a Father/Daughter excursion every year to someplace we’d never been. It might have been the “Mystery Spot”, the “Winchester Mystery House”, one of California’s many beaches, A train ride, etc. These times gave us some very special memories that I will always treasure!!! Just a special day every year with my Dad, just him and I!!
My best memory of my dad is when I was a little girl. My dad took cattle to market to sell. He was so happy with price (per pound) he received, that he decided to share his joy with my Mother, brothers and me. He bought us all a gift. (Something he never did before or after that). And best of all, it was December 23.
We were all so surprised and happy! And that really made him happy. That was an emotion he really never showed.
My favorite memory so far with my Dad is seeing him hold his first grand daughter for the very first time. It melted my heart!
There are so many memories of my dad. He was such a wonderful guy. We would always go on vacation to the mountains every summer so many great memories involving those vacations. One memory that still makes us laugh is when the guys (dad, my brother along with a family friend and his son) went fishing while the girls stayed at the cabin to do “girl” stuff. It was a nice sunny day. After a while the guys came back soaking wet. We figured they must have somehow fell in the lake. Well, there was actually one cloud in that blue sky and it decided to rain only on them. My dad kept saying “It’ll blow over. It’ll blow over.” Eventually it did blow over but not until it thoroughly soaked them. Oh how we laughed. Now every time we see a cloud with a hint of rain we say “It’ll blow over.” Ha. Oh how I miss my dad.
My favorite memory is when dad would take us all to look at Christmas lights on Christmas Eve. He was gone a lot when I was younger, due to being in the Air Force. But he would usually be home for Christmas, and we would look forward to him just driving us around and telling stories of what his Christmases were like when he was younger.
Seeing my Dad love my girls….made me realize how much he also loved me when I was young.
One of my favorite memories of my dad was taking walks with by the coal car tracks. My dad is gone now (he died from cancer when I was 13), and so are those train tracks, but the memories of the mornings spent walking with him will always be with me.
My most favorite memory of my dad, a quiet and unassuming man, was on my wedding day. He was the one who got up early with me and talked to me while I got ready for this very special occasion. I smile each time I think of his hug and kiss as he sent me off on this happiest of days. He passed away at a young age, so I am grateful to have this precious memory with him.
When I was a little girl, my father took me, his oldest daughter, fishing along with some of my boy cousins. He was as thrilled as I was when I caught the only catch of the day.
There are so many memories with my dad, he was originally my stepfather. He had one child, married my mom and suddenly had 3 more kids. He has always been there for all of us, from simple things like taking us to work before we could drive, to rescuing us when our car stranded us on the side of the road somewhere. He is the best Daddy a girl could have.
One of my very favorite memories is of riding somewhere with my dad in the rain. We were in his 1977 VW Rabbit (which would later be my first car), and it was just pouring rain. Eddie Rabbit’s song, “I Love a Rainy Night” came on the radio, and without planning it, we both just started jamming along at the top of our lungs. When it was over, we laughed for so long, and it was a real moment of connection between us that I will always cherish!
I remember my dad’s endless patience as I tried to decide which college to attend. He never complained, and took me back and forth many times to the same schools, as I was making my decision.
My dad always worked so hard for our large family. He was gone a lot but we knew that he was working hard to provide for our family.
I will always remember my twin sister and I trying to give our dad a back massage (in our own little way). He still loved them as it was our version of a back massage.
There are so many great memories of my father. He is the strong silent type with deep faith and love for his family. If I have to choose one memory, it would be this. I am the oldest of nine. Dad coached Little League for years to ensure my brothers had a chance to play. There were no sports for girls in those days and I was a real tomboy. I wanted to play ball in the worst way. Dad knew this and taught me how to keep score so I could feel like part of the team. I kept score for years both for Little League and when he coached the high school team. I loved being seated in the dugout with my dad during those games. To understand what a big deal this was, you also need to understand that this is before girls/women were allowed to be anything other than cheerleaders. There were no female managers or equipment handlers and there were certainly no females sitting on the bench for any sport but Dad made a place for me. He was instrumental in getting the town to support enough teams so every child who wanted to play Little League baseball could and a few years later that even included the girls. This was before Title 8 and it was too late for me but I admire him immensely for leading the fight and for making room for me on his bench.
My father in law is a great father figure in my life. He’s always been so caring and loves to cook us meals when we still visit.
I have so many wonderful memories of times with my dad! He coached my soccer teams, taught me to waterski and snow ski, and had been a wonderful grandfather to my boys.
One of my favorite memories of my dad is coming down every morning for breakfast and seeing him sitting at the kitchen table reading his Bible. We would often go over what he had read that morning and discuss it and apply it to our lives. Loved how he modeled and shared his love for the Lord with our family and was a strong spiritual leader.
My memory of my father was of us working on my car together. And even though I was a girl I was still expected to help him out handing him tools, etc. when he had to fix my junky car, which a lot.
My favorite times spent with my dad are at UT football games. We have been to many games together and always enjoy the gameday traditions, especially when the Vols are winning! Go Big Orange!
My favorite memory of my Dad was when he taught me to ride a bicycle. I remember him holding onto the back until I could keep my balance. Also, I remember the wonderful days we spent at the lake in the summer. We would go early and stay all day.
I adore my father and have lots of favorites, but truthfully my very most favorite memories are the long early morning walks we used to go on together, just talking, having fun, him teaching and sharing special experiences and life lessons with me.
My favorite memories were the family times we spent together. My dad worked with me in the backyard before going to the lake, practicing casting my line over and over again. He loved his family and loved spending time together doing things like fishing, ice capades, the state fair, drive in movies and many other events.
My dad and I both love to tell this story – when I was about 8 or 9, I always wanted to lead on the walks we took as a family. Often, I would get ahead of everyone else and my father would have to call me back. I kept getting ahead this one day on a walk in the woods and he kept calling me back. The last time I got too far ahead, I was startled by a snake on the path and jumped to high heaven. (Yes, I probably screamed too.) The snake quickly slithered away. My dad calmed me by telling me that the snake was just as afraid of me as I was of it. And then he reminded, again, to not get too far ahead on the path. For the rest of that walk (but probably only on that walk), I finally listened and stayed close to him and the rest of the family.
That is a wonderful story! What an amazing man!
One of my childhood favorites was fishing on the small lake where we went for a few summer vacations. My dad and I would go out in an old wooden rowboat to fish with worms and cane poles. Catching bluegills (or not) and enjoying the quiet water.
My father was a farmer. One of my most vivid memories growing up in the summer was putting together lunch meals and delivering them to the field where he was working. It felt like a picnic to us and even though it was just lunch to him, he went along with our excitement to have a picnic on the back of the truck box. That was always his time to ask us about our day. I know he enjoyed the break and the opportunity to listen to what was going on in our day.
Most of my favourite memories with my dad are from the family summer cabin. One time when I was maybe 8, my brother and I spent a whole week there with just dad. It was one of the hottest summer weeks ever, and we swam every day, went fishing, and ate lots of pancakes.
My Favorite childhood memories are Summers at the Lake!
We lived in the city and when I was around 4 or 5 my Dad bought a small camp on the lake about 50 miles West of our home. Dad made it such a fun adventure when he drove the five of us a whole hour đ to get to the lake cottage.
The family gatherings and “Summertime” friendships are treasured memories that I will keep in my heart forever.
Thanks, Dad!
One of my favorite memories of my dad is coming home to see him in a pair of pants he had cut off (while wearing them) and they were very uneven. He had cut them off because he was hot while mowing the lawn. We found out he used tin snips to do the job! He’s always been resourceful, and taught my sisters and me to be the same. I am so blessed that my adult sons and their cousins have been able to know and learn from him as well.
I still remember learning how to use a hammer from my dad. I was always my dad’s little helper around the house. Good memories.
I think my favorite memory is him reading me the chronicles of marina every night at bedtime. Now as an adult it’s the long conversations at night with a bottle of wine in front of a fire.
My father is my rock & I have so many good memories with him. Recently my Mum has been very sick with cancer & even though she is divorced from my Dad he has been a huge support helping with transport and hospital visits and cooking for me and generally supporting me while I take care of Mum.
My Dad would take me with him to gather minnows (tiny fish) as bait to go fishing. I seemed to always step on a slick rock in the stream and fall and spill out all of the little minnows, but my Dad never fussed at me for losing our catch. I think he just enjoyed our time being together as much as I did. I will always remember these precious moments with my wonderful Dad.
I remember so many Sunday afternoons with him stretched out reading on the floor, but always willing to play “giant crab” with my sister and me. I got my love of reading from him. He passed away when I was 13.
My dad is so compassionate; I still remember the look on his face when I was in labor with my first child. Even though physically I was fine because of the epidural, he kept asking me if I was okay, was I in any pain, etc. Then to see him hold his grandchild was priceless!!
Anytime I spend with my dad is my favorite! He’s a wonderful, self taught woodworker so any time in his workshop is always special!
My Dad was just a big kid, and he spent his spare time with his 3 little girls setting up the train set, or making a kite and flying it, or showing us how to create a balsa wood airplane or collect stamps. I have such happy childhood memories of the time he spent with us.
Fishing with my dad…he’d bait the hook for my sister and me. Our lines would get caught in the rocks and he would untangle our mess and put on more bait. Don’t think we ever caught any fish…and neither did he when he fished with us.
That’s gotta be the day he taught me how to ride a bike…best day ever!
Unfortunately my father left when I was very young and I never had a strong male role model :
I have fond memories of fishing with my dad from the time I was little to the time he passed away when I was 27.
I went almost 2 weeks overdue with my son, and every day from my due date onwards my Dad would turn up to take me out to lunch – the food getting progressively spicier!
I don’t have one memory, but I have fond memories of our family and friends play cards around the kitchen table. Of course dad sat at the head and kept everyone honest.
My first trip abroad … no reservations, nothing booked, just a huge and magical adventure … I’ve had wanderlust since! Anita đ
My dad will turn 94 in November and I have many funny memories with and about him.
He used to take us 3 kids hiking at Potomac Falls, Virginia, Cunningham Falls, Maryland and to Hawk Mountain, Pennsylvania. He always loved to travel. His most prized possession is his passport!
When he was being taken into the OR for hip replacement surgery, he turned to me, handed me his passport and said, “Guard this with your life!” He meant it! (Haha)
My father had a strong work ethic and always provided well for his family. He taught me to just keep going.
My Father was a REMARKABLE Man,I lost him more than 30 years ago and I have missed him every single day of my life!
He loved me unconditionally,he was my North and my fortitude and he left me so many lessons and taught me to live an authentic and true to myself life.
There are many memories but two come to mind. The last day that I spent as a single young woman in my parents house, we had a heart to heart talk in which he gave me a lot of advice and the last thing he told me was “although every time from tomorrow on when I pass through your room and come to the realization that you are not going to be at this house anymore, and every single time it will break my heart not seeing you, I want you to know that I really want you to be happy and fulfilled and taken care of, and if something happens, my arms will be here to pick you up and start anew! Sadly that came through and as he told me I began with his embrace and three children a new life.
Years went by, I owned a business with his help and he had a car that had an unusual color combination. As I was leaving my business to pick up the kids I saw what I thought was his car and the first thing I thought was Oh boy he is gonna get it if he is being unfaithful! So I went to look at the inside of the car and there were a lot of cigarette buts and he abhorred smoking! I went to my business and called my parents house and he answered and I told him jokingly what had happened and he said these words to me ” And you doubted me?” And to this day every time I tell this or remember the moment his comment tugs at my heart because I knew better than to think that he would be capable of being unfaithful!
I can honestly say that he NEVER disappointed me!
My favorite memory is when my Dad showed up unannounced while I was college feeling homesick.
Our family get togethers are my favorite memories because Dad always did the cooking on our backyard grill he had built. Being a Naval Officer we were raised kind of strict but we always knew how much we were loved and how much my Dad loved my mother. She was the apple of his eye! I will never forget the love Dad had for all of us.
I lost my dear, sweet Dad suddenly last July. My favorite memories of my Dad are working on his sheep farm. Dad would always have an orphaned lamb that we would bottle feed and they became a pet. Dad also had llamas and he threatens to sell his llama if it ever spit on him. Lol!
I’m lucky enough to still have my Dad. No single memory stands out really. He just there when ever I need him. I ask, something big or small, and he will do his best to deliver and go out of his way to do so!
My favorite memory is when my dad used to let me make pancakes with him. We made a mess but it was so much fun.
My dad used to tinker with electronics in our garage and I would hang out with him learning about old black and white TV’s and radios. Unfortunately he died my freshman year at college but I graduated with a degree in Electrical Engineering back in the ’80’s when women weren’t encouraged to pursue those fields of study. Thankfully my dad encouraged me to persevere and follow my dreams.
When my brother and I were young we’d go to McDonald’s with our dad and get a to go order. One of us got to be the “french fry guard” on the ride home. That meant that there was an extra order of fries to eat in the car on the way home. They were mainly for him!!
We used leave just after sunrise to go on a family picnic to a nearby lake on Memorial Day weekend. I have a memory of my father standing at the park barbecue grill cooking breakfast in a big cast iron skillet. It was the start of a great day of swimming & good eating.
One of my favorite memories with my dad is when I was in 5th grade and we went on one of many fishing trips together. We had to cross a fairly deep stream and he put me on his shoulders and crossed the stream and we had a great day fishing.
My favorite memory with my Dad was when we went camping and it rained all night. The rain pooled in the center of the tent and when the nylon ripped we all got soaked. We packed everything up and went to a all-night diner. It was so much fun my sister and I forgot how wet and tired we were.
I grew up in a large family (8 kids) and money was tight but my dad would take several of us kids to a local lake to fish. We each had our own fishing pole which he made. I’m sure it was crazy for my dad but we had so much fun catching little fish and throwing the back in. And, it was inevitable that one of us would end up in the water!!
A favorite memory is when he walked me down the Isle for my wedding. We both had tears in our eyes.
Fabulous release! There is so much I want (need)! I don’t remember alot about my father but my uncle was always there for us kids when we were growing up! He was in the military, and always was so loyal to the flag & was always in every parade! So proud!
One of many memories that come to mind about my Daddy…..when I was about 6 yrs old, I was playing by myself in the backyard.
There was an old oak tree there, some of its branches hung down pretty low. I jumped till I was able to grab a branch tip and pull it down. I decided to climb on and when I did it went back up higher than before. There I was sitting there, to me it seemed I was so far from the ground. Well I was too scared to jump so I started calling for someone to help. My Daddy heard me and he came out and pulled the branch down and plucked me off of the branch đ Oh and he had been shaving so he had shaving creme all over his face. I hope I never forget that moment. I loved my Daddy đ So long ago, I still remember the smell of that shaving creme ! You always ask questions that bring back sweet memories. Thanks PTI !!
My father passed away when I was only five but I have a cherished memory just before his passing. He always wanted to be at home and would only go in the hospital when absolutely necessary. He wanted as much time with his family as possible. The last summer we had together, my mom had gotten one of those little blow up pools. I would run into my father’s room and say “Now watch me daddy, I am going to dive for you.” Then I would run back out and jump in the pool as if diving. I would run back in and say “Daddy, did you see me dive?” He always told me he did and for me to do it again. Being from NC, he also loved Granfather Mountain. We would drive up there whenever he was up to the trip and spend the day before driving home. We probably made that trip two to three times a week at different times over the nine months of his illness.
I had a horse as a teenager. Nearly every summer weekend, dad would haul me and the horse to compete in a horse show within a 100 mile radius. Sometimes we went to a show on Friday and Saturday nites. We had a lot of fun and a lot of good times in our hours together.
When I was young, around 6, my Dad had to go away on a business trip. When he came home, he gave me a Bright Red Handbag. I loved that little bag for many years. I still smile when I think of it.
When my son was born my parents came to stay for a week to help out. When they left, my father squeezed me tight and said, “Throw the books out, they’re making you nuts!” I got such a laugh out of that and still appreciate the advice some 16 years later.
Wonderful new release!! I have a fabulous dad and I always loved going on soccer game trips with him:)
I had the best dad ever and whenever I would call him on the phone he would answer “Is this my darling daughter”? He has passed away but I have such wonderful memories of him:)
My dad is terrific and no matter how busy he was at work or at home he always made the time to do special things with me!! Now he is a terrific grandfather too:)
My Dad is and was a man of integrity. He spoke little but when did it was powerful. We would often ask him why he didn’t become president and he would always respond “I am too honest” To this day when I vote I compare the candidates to my Dad, a blue collar GM worker who grew up as a poor onion farmer. I love him dearly.
My favorite memory with my father is my wedding day. My dad owned his own business and worked a lot while I was growing up, so I didn’t get to spend much time with him. I knew he loved me, but when I saw how emotional he was on my wedding day I realized just how much he truly loved me.
My favorite memories of my father are when we would go to the nature center or to the woods and hike together.
My favorite memory of my dad is when I was a freshman in college and he came to visit me. It was a Friday night and I was meeting my dad with my boyfriend at that time. When my dad called to let me know he had arrived in town, my boyfriend’s thoughtless roommate told him we were off buying beer for a party that night. I was so busted! I was complete nerves when we went to meet up with my dad, but after introductions, the first words out of his mouth were, “So, what kind of beer do you like?” My dad ended up joining the party & we all had a great time!
My favorite memory of time spent with my dad is trips down to the fishing hole. Just me and him. He’d always get so frustrated when I caught bigger fish than him. Ha!
A special memory of my dad is when he gave me this long letter a few days before my high school graduation. I totally wasn’t expecting it and I remember I cried while I was reading it. It’s something I will always cherish. Also, he taught at my school and was calling the names (about 700) at graduation that year, so he called my name as I walked across the stage.
I don’t know how I could possibly pick just one favorite memory of my Dad. Dad passed away 3 years ago and I think the one that stands out in my mind at the moment is going Christmas shopping together for Mom every year. It was such special daddy-daughter time. We ate lunch in the car and then hit every store in our area, sometimes a couple of times. And it was never just one outing, we’d go out a few times over the holiday season. After he passed, I saw a pin on Pinterest that there is a special place in Heaven for Dads that take their little girls shopping! That’s my Dad!
My dad really did love to “stop and smell the roses”! After church, he would stop and let us run around as kids under a eucalyptus grove so we could smell the aromatic leaves and play with the seed pods! He was so patient!!!
Mine is very simple. We used to sit together in his rocker and watch Dukes of Hazard and do the Highlight’s Hidden Picture together.
After I moved away from home, just before Easter a plain brown wrapped package was in my mailbox- no return address. I opened it and it was a box of Peeps – my favorite candy of Easter. This happened a number of years, then it stopped. Dad never owned up to it, but I know it was him!
One time I went to a sleepover at my friends house and when I got home the next day my dad had painted a mural on my bedroom wall which I absolutely LOVED!!
My wedding day. I was the first girl in the family to have an actual wedding and he was so proud on that day to walk me down the aisle. It is a great memory!!
My dad loves his family and loves doing things with us and for us. I have many fun memories of camping. My dad has rescued me several times.
One of my best memories of my dad is him walking me down the aisle at my wedding. He is not my biological father, and we had some really rough years when I was growing up. When I asked him to walk me down the aisle, he seemed a little surprised. I couldn’t imagine him not walking me down the aisle. That day he was so proud to hold my hand and walk me to my waiting husband. It’s a day I will cherish forever!
My favorite father memory would have to be all the times he took me out fishing and taught me everything I know today. Several years after he passed he wanted to go to Alaska fishing and I went and caught a 182 lb. blue marlin and he was with me in spirit.
My dad was a hard worker and good family provider, but no matter how busy he was at work, he was always home for dinner! He may have work afterwards, but we always ate as a family đ
My father was a wonderful man and a great father. I have many beautiful memories of him. Christmas was my father’s favorite holiday. Every year my sisters and I would get all bundled up and he would take us to buy a tree. The tree was always the most perfectly shaped and the fullest one. Once we brought it home, he would light the fireplace and make us hot choclate with a cloud of marshmallows on top.
My father was so consistently Christlike, that my favorite memory is when I was in bed and listened for him in the hall, called to him to come to my room, and told him that there was no one on earth as much like Jesus as he.
One of my favorite memories was going out to breakfast at the local greasy spoon. There were four of us kids and my Dad worked a lot so we didn’t get a ton of one on one time, but he would take turns taking is out to breakfast once a month, and we were allowed to order whatever we wanted….even a drink that wasn’t water!
My favorite memories are the times spent traveling on summer vacations when my brother and I were kids. My father was a history and geography teacher so many of our vacations revolved around something educational, even if it was only a short stop on a road trip to our destination. He instilled in us the desire to get out and see the world. In November my brother and I are taking our parents on a cruise to see the Northern Lights in Norway – We’re all extremely excited!
So many favorite memories with my dad. One of my latest memories though was before he passed way (from Alzheimer’s) after not knowing who I was for so long, he actually called me by name. It was such a tender moment.
My favorite memory was camping and fishing. I never did catch a fish, but I loved going!
My dad was very giving of his time and loved his family. My first marriage ended in divorce and when my husband left (suddenly) and I was alone with three small children, I had a lot of trouble finding enough peace of mind to sleep. My dad came over one night and sat up all night in my house so I could rest.
My father died when I was 9 years old but I remember how he would write in his journal every day and file each year’s journal chronologicallyrics. He was so organized and I admired that about him.
After being estranged from our father for 14 years, my two sisters and I went to our dad’s for Easter. After dinner, he asked my sister and I to re-enact a childhood skit we used to perform. My sister was showing the audience the proper way to put on make-up, BUT the hands were mine! I was under a blanket behind her with my hands out next to her body. So I couldn’t see…you see where I’m going with this? It was hilarious. What an amazing treat to do this after probably 45 year since the time. Great fun for all!
Since my father wasn’t able to finish elementary school, he valued education and was willing to work and save money so we could attend schooling he wasn’t able to. After my first month in a grueling MBA program, I remember telling my mom to tell my dad that I am not going to get any more formal schooling after this program – no doctorate even though he had said many times he would pay for it. He’s been gone for four years now, but I have been telling that story for over twenty years.
Hard to pick just one. When I was little we would go to Disneyland and my Dad would spin me and my little brother so fast on the teacups that we would be stuck to the sides shrieking with delight! We loved it. My Mom refused to get on the ride.
My father was battling with cancer when I became pregnant. He underwent yet another round of chemotherapy just to get the chance to meet his granddaughter. I’ll never forget once we brought her home from the hospital and he held her for the first time with a huge smile on his face. She had his beautiful blonde hair which no one else in the family has. He was so grateful for the four months he had with her before he passed away.
Most of my favorite memories of Dad involved cars….he loved cars, had an auto business, taught me to drive, eventually taught auto mechanics, and the whole family went on many car trips! I can picture all those cars til today.
My dad is amazing! I have so many fun memories: from road trips to board games & everything in between… I just am so grateful for the love & care he has shown me, my family and everyone one around him. You would be hard-pressed to find anyone with a bad word to say about him.
My father was a minister and Sundays were very busy.Naps were mandatory but before we went to bed we all piled into our parents bed and Daddy told us a story that he made up on the spot. It always involved the adventures of me and my siblings and included lots of tickling and fun! Such wonderful memories! He’s been gone to heaven for 20 years now and I still miss him every day!
Not all happy memories of my dad, but one thing we did when I was young was play bingo on Friday nights, along with my 4 siblings. Dad would call the game and had different amounts we could win depending on each game…a blackout game would be a fifty cents piece!
My dad would always wait until the last minute to buy our Christmas tree and we always ended up picking out a “Charlie Brown” type tree. We’d have fun decorating it and by the time it was done, it looked like a million bucks.
My sister and I spent a couple of weeks one summer at the pig farm her Dad worked for. We go and hold the baby pigs and see what they did and then horseback ride a good portion of the day too. Loved that!
My favorite memories are any involving my father and I fishing together. I only had a push button rod and reel and would constantly cast the line only to end up hooking a tree or my Dad’s hat!
My mom was an excellent seamstress. When we were young she sewed most of our clothes (3 girls). She made all 3 wedding dresses and 9 bridesmaids dresses. She didn’t sew for the public, just for her family. Often we all had dresses alike – including hers. She very patiently taught all 3 girls to sew also.
My favorite memory with my dad was when he sent me roses to school ..just because:) there wasn’t any special occasion. He just sent them to say that he loved me and was thinking of me.
So many great memories of a great dad, but probably one of the sweetest and simplest that typifies my dad perfectly just occurred a couple of years ago. . . . After my parents moved down the street from me, I was visiting at their house for the afternoon. While I was there it started to snow fast and hard. When it was time for me to get home to my children coming home from school, my dad insisted upon going before me, shoveling the sidewalk just a few feet ahead, so my new shoes wouldn’t get snow on them. I still marvel at that love and it just makes me love him even more. He gave no thought to his shoes, just mine. What a dad!!
My favorite memories with my father always involve us being together as a family – usually doing something sporty – like skiing, swimming and even fishing. He taught me to put a worm on a hook – not many people could do that.
My favorite memory of my Dad was of how he would play jacks withe me on the front porch. Though his fingers were quite big he could pick up one jack without touching the others.I just loved to play jacks with him.
My dad loved to take us places. I felt like a tourist! If there was a place to see, we saw it!
What a super awesome release! My favorite memories of my Dad all involve boating. Daddy was a marine mechanic and I used to go to work with him in the summer and play on the boats while he worked. My all time favorite part was getting to “drive” our boat. (Really I just sat on Dad’s lap and held onto the wheel, but I thought it was the greatest! LOL)
I still remember my Dad, with tears in his eyes, telling me– your first 18 years have gone too fast. The next day he walked me down the aisle. Altho Dad passed on 24 years ago, I know he is pleased as we have just celebrated our 60th anniversary.
I took a trip with my parents to the Stanley Steamer Museum in Kingsfield, Maine. My father so loved seeing the old cars and told us a story about riding in of those cars back in the 1930’s with his uncle. One of many nice memories.
a favorite memory of my Dad is when he was in a field just picking wild flowers which he later gave to me.
My favorite memory is seeing my father on the sidelines of all my games cheering me on.
My favorite memory of my dad is thinking back to all the summers we spent on the Cape enjoying the beach and our annual trip to the donut shop in our bathing suits.
My favorite memory of my Dad was how he would call me and say “i read in the paper ” that ….. this was his way of not telling which of my sisters had told him whatever was going on what me at the time. I would tease back he didn’t get the paper because the town he lived in was so small. In the almost 6yrs he has been done , there have many things I wish he had read in the paper.
my dad was HILARIOUS but not on purpose, lol. He put himself in the strangest situations…we were skiing – standing in the lift line for a four-person lift. All of a sudden my dad surges forward from the line, straight for the lift. Not. our. turn. He took out a family of four OMG it was so embarrassing but SO funny.
My favorite thing I did with my dad was fishing together. During the summer we would go fishing, rain or shine, every Saturday morning. The earlier the better for my dad! One weekend he entered me in a fishing contest and I actually won for the
biggest catch – the prize was my own fishing pole. I was sooooo proud. Those were some really fun times!
this will sound weird but my favorite memory with my dad was the day i crashed my car on the highway driving home from college. My dad didn’t yell at me for wrecking the car. he asked if i was okay and then drove down 2 hrs to follow me (in my drivable car) home.
One of my favorite memories with my dad was when he taught me to flounder fish. It was done at night with a gig, a Coleman lantern and a keen eye. We would walk in shallow water on the edge of the bay and look for the flounder lurking below. We also had to watch out for sting rays. To this day flounder is my favorite fish.
My favorite Father memory would be of my husband! He just took to handling babies with gentle care, & he is a big guy! He KNEW WHAT was wrong EVERY TIME our babies cried! He was an involved father & showed me EXACTLY how a GOOD FATHER behaves toward his children & He provides for his children as a good father! He was there through the thick & the thin of things with the kids. He provided a way for the kids to go to college too. Believing they have what it takes to finish well, & encouraging when they needed it & keeping quiet when quiet is needed! I thank God EVERY DAY for him & that HE is the father of our children! đ
I am happy to say I have many but my favorite is the time we spent fishing.
My Dad used to travel for business, so we didn’t have many days at home with him. Summers were the best when he would take us swimming, and he taught me how to ride a (boy’s) bike. We would go on driving vacations with 4 kids and mom and dad in the car…pre-air-conditioning. He would always find a factory to tour, and I loved that part of my education.
My Dad and I went to the Detroit Tigers opening day in the early 70s. It was a freezing cold day and I was holding onto hot chocolate to keep warm. It’s my favorite memory of being with my Dad.
My dad coached my softball team. I still look back on his calm demeanor with awe. He was so good at teaching the skills and I learned values that I still hold on to today.
One of my favorite memories with dad, is how he would take us hiking in random places every weekend, showing us bird nests and eggs, and explaining all about them.
I don’t have a lot of memories with my father, but he’d work hard so we could take special vacations from time to time. We’d go camping with a big group, usually visiting a neighboring country. Target shooting with him was always fun. He was a great teacher and we had fun practicing together.
My favorite memories with my dad are singing in the car to favorite songs.
I’m the oldest of 4 girls so I was always responsible for helping my Dad pick out Christmas gifts for my Mom. My Dad would take me & my sister to the mall to shop and have lunch. We didn’t get much 1:1 time with either of our parents (and eating out was a BIG deal!) so this was always a fun & special time for me.
Probably our trips to the Jersey shore, 6 or 7 kids in a station wagon without seat belts, would be my fondest memory. As I youngster I resisted his efforts to teach me about gardening, but I am totally into it, now!
One of my favorite memories was when my father came home from the service (for a 2 day visit) and we spent the whole day together – him in his fatigues – and I just loved that!!! I felt so special to be with him – not just because he was my dad but because even at that age I knew the sacrifice our service people made to defend our country and he was like a hero to everyone and it felt good to know that he was MY dad…
Breakfast was always great with my dad. He entertained us every morning at breakfast in our kitchen dining nook with “Captain Napkin” – the silly flying napkin that dive bombed our food. My sister and I would howl and ask for more. He’d make pancakes every Sunday morning. And when he didn’t, he’d bring back yummy pastries from our local bakery. I have my dad to thank for my love of breakfast sweets!
My Dad always loved animals. One of my favorite memories is that he would let my small bird out of it’s cage every morning and it would sit on his head.
My favorite memory is going with my dad to a Flyers hockey playoff game when they won the Stanley Cup!
My dad always read to us – Anne of Green Gables, Little House on the Prairie – we loved it!
Bike rides!!!
Our family always went on a summer vacation. We always drove and usually went to Destin Florida. It was a good day’s drive. I remember leaving I before the break of dawn. We wore our pajamas and stopped a roadside park to picnic and change into our bathing suits. I loved that we’d sing along with the radio, talk about our plans and enjoy the ride with the windows down. My dad would let us follow along on the map. I would get to sit up front, between my parents and on a small suitcase to see the road. No seatbelt in those days.
Learning how to tie my shoes…earliest memory with my dad.
I remember a snowy winter day on a weekend when my siblings and I got to go feed cows with Dad. He fed with a team of strawberry roan Belgian mares, and since there was snow, with a feed sled. The horses blowing and snorting in the crisp air, the smell of hay, and Dad telling kids and horses to take it easy!
The fact that he was at Pearl Harbor the day it was bombed. He was to be discharged but the binning changed everything. He served 4 more years in the Navy.
My favorite memory of my dad is his nickname for me – Sunshine. He called me that because I was grumpy the morning, Ha ha.
My Dad drove the church bus for the kids and youth events. I was 8 years old and he let me come along, and I got to help him clean the bus after each trip! I was just happy to hang out with him and he thought I liked to clean! Still love to hang out with him.
Every day when my Dad came home from work when I was a child we would share little notes about what happened during the day. It’s something I will always remember and treasure.