I think this might be the Putt Putt car in better days. Looks like we are getting driven around the field to cut the grass. I don't remember doing this but I do clearly remember getting rides on the tractor around the field while Dad cut. We'd wait our turn to ride the tractor around what seemed like a HUGE field. I wonder if picking us up for those rides made that job easier or more difficult for Dad. I was always aware that he was trying to give Mom a break now and again when we'd do things like take a ride to the Tastee Freeze. It was a big treat to have him set up the sprinkler out in the yard! Once in a while Dad would take us fishing but I don't think that was something I did with him alot (surprise!). Makes me think he might have missed that from his childhood in Gloucester. And the biggest treat of all--a trip to Tri County to swim in a real pool!!! I think we were allowed to do that free or reduced because Dad worked there as a bartender sometimes. But that always made me feel privileged and I tried to treat it as such.
I guess I don't really remember too many things Dad did with us inside the house except maybe supervise cleaning. I'd get so very angry with the "We're almost there" declaration when I felt so accomplished in whatever task. I remember this happened one time in the living room and I'd been using Lemon Pledge to clean off the light oak (?) end table. There was a straight pin kind of stuck under the edge with the sharp end pointing outward like a sword. I slide my finger right into it as I was dusting. This was one of those occasions when apparently the job did not meet standards because I always connect the straight pin injury and Lemon Pledge with that statement. Makes me wonder what statements I've made that deflated my children without meaning to.
Happy Father's Day Jim, Patrick and Sean! I wonder what memories your kids will have???
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I remember one of the inside things Dad would do was the flipping us over his shoulder game. We would line up behind him as he sat on the floor. One by one we would bend over his shoulder and he would grab our head and shoulders and pull us over in a flip and we would roll out of it. He would do it for a long time. I remember, but we always wanted more.
He also let us learn to dance on his feet. That never lasted as long. But I remember loving it.
I remember the trips to the tastee freeze and trips to look at Christmas lights. And all of us remember "We're getting there" with the cleaning...It was Dad.
Happy Father's Day!
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