Friday, June 15, 2007

Random memories of Daddy

I looked for a picture to go with this, but it seems nobody in the family took many pictures in the early-to-mid 1950's.  At least none of Daddy.

As I've mentioned here before, my parents were "Central" in a small, north Missouri town.  When folks made phone calls to anyone other than people on their party line, they had to go through Central... the operator... to do so.  Mother and Daddy both put in time at the switchboard.  I believe Mother did duty more often, but when she needed to cook, can, sew or do housework, Daddy took over. 

If there had been a particularly stormy night, Daddy often had to go un-cross telephone wires, and I sometimes went along.  Those are the only times I remember him driving, except later on in the city when he headed off to work at the box factory.  Mother did all the driving when we went anywhere as a family.  It was so unusual for him to drive that I remember being a little afraid of riding with him, back when I was a kid.

A cousin, Gerald, visited last Sunday, and a memory was jogged as we visited.

We were poor, although I didn't know it at the time.   And a nickel amounted to a lot more than it does today.  So if I asked for five cents to buy a bottle of pop or a candy bar, I didn't often get it.  Unless.

Sometimes when Mother was at the switchboard, Daddy would walk across the road to Virgil's filling station and visit with whoever was hanging around there.  Mother laughingly said he was off "bumming around".  The men would exchange jokes, many of which I didn't understand, and share local gossip.  Daddy smoked then, and rolled his own cigarettes.

When Daddy was away from my mom like that, he was ripe for the picking.  I'd ask him for a nickel:  he'd hesitate, then reach into the pocket of his overalls with a smile and come up with the money.  Every time.  And I'd walk up to Pierson's store and get my candy bar, usually a Slo-poke or Bit-O-honey.

Daddies are like that.

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14 comments:

mutualaide said...

Yes, daddies are like that.  Mine was a pushover ... unless Mom was there to give 'the look'.  LOL

marainey1 said...

Those were such nice memories.  A beautiful tribute for Fathers Day.  'On Ya' - ma

geocachelinda66 said...

Yea Daddies are like that aren't they?  Linda

csandhollow said...

Yea there were, at least the good ones were.
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jawojnar said...

I absolutely LOVE this entry! I am a Daddy's girl still to this day. What great memories that you have...
June

lanurseprn said...

This was good to read.
Pam

ktkamanski said...

What a wonderful story of the memories of your Daddy! What a lucky lady you are! Thank you for sharing! Take care of you and your always!
Katie

luvmort said...

Very nice to honour your Father like this.

robinngabster said...

Daddy's sure are like that!!  I still love Bit-O-Honey!  Nice entry.

fowfies said...

I enjoyed this entry a lot...that was a great entry...what a great memory to have...its the little things like that we remember...isn't it great. :)

tendernoggle said...

Loved this entry Mosie...Your daddy giving yu that nickle could have been my daddy ....I use to buy bit-o-honey abrs too! lol Loved the,m...still buy me one every now and then!
love ya,
carlene

randlprysock said...

What a wonderful memory of your father!!  Thank you for sharing!
Lisa

toonguykc said...

Isn't it amazing that people can grow up very poor and not even realize it??  I believe those days are gone forever.  In this country at least.

Russ

helmswondermom said...

Daddies ARE like that.  Great entry!
Lori