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In reply to the discussion: Daddy. The ones we lost. Please share yours. [View all]Warpy
(114,615 posts)7. My favorite memory is just after my mother died
and since my dad refused to cook anything that didn't go into the microwave, I was cleaning out the old food in the cabinets and tossing it, all the bulging cans, rancid pasta, dead spices...you get the picture. I found an open box of cereal and started to toss it into the bag. My dad said "Hey! That's still good!" and took it to put into the "save" pile.
Just as he said "good," a huge palmetto bug (cockroach) skittered out of the box and up his arm. The look of sheer horror followed by resignation as he put the cereal into the dump bag were priceless.
No, I didn't say I'd told him so.
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My dad was an industrial chemist by profession and an amateur astronomer at heart.
mnhtnbb
Jun 2016
#30
My dad was perfect in most respects, but he did not treat my mom with respect like many
Hoyt
Jun 2016
#33
My memory was of his swimming. On land, he was not graceful, but in water, it was like watching a
Hoppy
Jun 2016
#43
“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around.
struggle4progress
Jun 2016
#53