Dad Used To Teach us ---

[jds holler]

My "Dad-isms":

1. It's what a man does, not says, that reveals his true character.

2. When you tell a lie, you will eventually have to tell 10 others to cover the first lie.

3. Why is there always time to something over but never enough time to do right the first time.

4. Adversity will either strengthen you or if you allow it, weaken you.

My dad was the toughest and smartest man I ever met yet he only completed the 3rd grade because he had to go into the mines to support his mother and siblings.

I've met guys who had absolutely no problem with that.

 

[ebb]

There is a saying in the south, "He would rather climb to the top of a 60 foot pine tree to tell a lie than tell the truth standing on the ground." I know at least one that is this bad, maybe two but for sure one, they are brothers.

 

[Jonnyofalltrades]

I hung around with one compulsive liar many years ago.
One of the nicest guys I ever met, but the plain truth was just too boring for him. Every story got embellished to the point of being ridiculous.
It was part of what turned me into a fairly hard-nosed skeptic.
My dad led by example with his honesty.

 

[snert]

yup, had a Sgt that we called Mo'Better. If you saw a fox while on patrol, he countered with "I was driving by the high school and a fox jumped off the bank beside the road and went right over the hood of my car!"

That is a true story.

It got so bad that he told us his hunting clothes got torn up when he left them on the deck and had doe pee on them. "A buck stomped and tore them up".

An unidentified person took a spokeshave to a tree in his lawn (about 12 inches in diameter) then tore up the ground in a circle about five feet in diameter, then used a calf hoove on a post to leave tracks.

Yep, he soon reported seeing a 250 class buck tearing up a tree behind his house.

Mo' Better...you know who you are, Bud.

 

[450BM]

Dad worked at the Corning Glass factory in town and also raised about 50 beef cows. He had one John Deere tractor, a 430 that he used for everything. I was his greaser on the farm equipment. Everything was greased daily when in use and I remember him never having to fix any parts that were greased. He got disabling arthritis when I was a teenager and got rid of most of the cows and had someone else do the hay for him. That guy was always broke down and replacing parts. Dad used to say “I don’t think Chet owns a grease gun” I’m pretty sure Dad was right.

So, Dad taught me to maintain equipment right and it will last a long time. I still have and use his 5 gallon bucket of grease with the grease pump and his original grease gun. Come to think of it, it kind of makes me a bad mechanic….

 

[RRoe]

My dad been gone 12 years last May he brought me an my brother up when we were big enough to hold a hoe we were hoeing tobacco or picking Shelli beans still hate them the beans that is we didn't get to watch cartoons or play on the phones went to school many of a day smelling like soured milk were we would have to get up and milk before we went to school but I learned to appreciate what he taught me as I was growing up I guess Dad and Mom probably would have been put under the jail for child abuse were told one time to do something and we done it if we didn't we got it that's what's wrong with the nation today the old way fell away don't get me wrong I loved my dad to death and Mom but they were strict on us we said yes sir and mam you don't hear that today

 

[danny]

I've met guys who had absolutely no problem with that.

I've met a guy that felt that "the truth" is whatever he needed to say to get what he wanted to get done, done (be it the truth or not to you and I). Some guys know that as "Dad".

Danny

 

[danny]

I can't read some of these.

There's another one posted for you about the guy called "Dad", who you think can't have the truth posted about him.

Danny

 

[jds holler]

My Dad worked as the manager of the parts department in the Ford dealership in our area. It was a pretty large dealership for the time, and he had about a dozen employees working for him. Usually there were one or two who were part time, delivery, clean-up, stock-boy types.

One night at the dinner table, my Mom mentioned that since I was getting old enough, and the Ford dealership was right near my school, that it might be handy if Dad gave me a job where I could simply walk to work after school and ride home with him.

I think that both Dad and I were horrified at that prospect, and I remember us glancing at each other with a flicker of unspoken understanding. Kind of like neither of us wanted our relationship on that level. jd