My dad was quite a character. Just when you thought you'd seen and heard it all, he'd come up with something new. Sometimes funny, sometimes stern - boy did he have a lot to say.
As I was making dinner last night and preparing the corn-on-the-cob, I was reminded of Dad's insistence that corn was much sweeter and more tender if you cut the kernels. Not cut them off the cob, but after it was cooked just cut them down the middle like this.
Props to me for holding the knife and taking the photo at the same time |
I don't know how that came to be but the practice has been handed down to at least one of his grandchildren. Thanks for the tip, Dad!
I don't remember exactly how long it went on but there was a period where Dad liked to smoke a cigar. I really only remember him smoking in the car (ick) as we traveled home from dinner somewhere. But based on this photo, I'd say he was ready at most any time.
Check out the cigar in his pocket! |
Dad was a busy guy and it was difficult for him to break away if we participated in an after school activity. Boy was I thrilled when Dad showed up to the high school near his office so he could watch me swim in a meet. I wasn't the fastest kid on the team but since we raced in groups based on our speed, I was able to stay competitive and sometimes even made the medal stand, although I have no idea if we received an actual ribbon if we placed. But Dad came and even took pictures!
That's me in the middle |
I've mentioned before that Dad liked to wear hats - maybe he felt like it kept his naked head warm. But this is one I don't remember ever seeing!
Crazy hat day? |
Speaking of crazy hats, what the heck was this? I wish I knew the story but, sadly, that died along with my dad. WAIT - could that have been Crazy Hat Night at Family Camp and he was posing at the interior door of the cabin we stayed in?
I don't remember the specifics of why but the first Christmas I was married my parents and brother were going to Mexico (I think?) for the holiday. But for some reason Mom and brother went first and Dad met them there after Christmas. So it was time for me to become an adult and fix the Christmas dinner. I remember Mom gave me instructions, which I wrote down, and Dad, sister and some of my husband's family came to our tiny apartment to share the meal. Of course, Dad had to kibitz but as I recall, the meal turned out pretty good.
Dad, me (4 months pregnant), sister |
That refrigerator must have been pretty small because we are not a tall family. :-)
Back to crazy hats! Although it seems that this "hat" was the fashion of the day.
In 1982, Dad was awarded the Legacy Medal, an award given annually by the San Jose Hospital Foundation. The hospital was a pretty special place as all three of us kids were born there and a few years before this award was given, Dad spent a lot of time there recovering from first a heart attack and then a quintuple bypass. But that special night included a surprise visit from Willie McCovey, the legendary First Baseman for the San Francisco Giants. I don't remember if it was before or after this event but one of Dad's only hole-in-ones was in the Willie McCovey golf tournament.
Dad and Willie McCovey |
Dad's organ - he loved to play! |
One of my favorite memories I have of Dad was during a visit we made in the late 1990's to Snoqualmie Falls and had lunch (Dad's favorite thing to do) at the coffee shop there. I don't think this was that time but the photo seemed appropriate since he was sitting in a restaurant. Is that a beer on the table?
Anyway, this was during the Wayne's World craze days and we often would say "no way" to which the others would reply "way". Dad just couldn't quite get it and thought we were all crazy for the shenanigans. But we kept working on him. Finally, that day at the restaurant someone said "NO WAY" and we all looked at him to prompt him for what came next. He got a big grin on his face and yelled "KWIGH" (pronounced like high with a KW). I don't think any of us had ever laughed that hard before and probably not since.
Funny enough on it's own but a few years later I bought a new car. When the license plates showed up in the mail the first letters were KUY. I thought of my dad every time I got in my car.
Yes, he was definitely one of a kind and I miss him every day! And as Dad would say "WELL I DO"!