Dad School

Mom did most of the school with us, but Dad was in no means out of the picture. Dad is quiet and reserved around most people, usually choosing to read a book in the corner rather than engage in conversation. But at home he brought Joy in love to our home. His contribution to our school started in tickle tackle, a game in which we stood at one end of the room and he sat at the other. He would then ask us age appropriate questions, like what color is your shirt or count to 10, and when we got it right we would run across the floor and tackle him, pushing him over. Often after the tackle we would suffer under tickling hands, but we took that as fair play and laughed and laughed.

Dad with us on vacation

As we got older dad Did math with us. In the evening he would give us problems for us to do out of our Saxon math books. The next day he would pass us off on the problems we got correct and give us new one. Wrong answers we had to repeat until we got them right. I had one problem for over two months, not wanting help and I couldn't figure it out. Finally my loving Dad sat down with me and helped me solved it.

And finally there was official "Dad School" summer times mom got a break and we got assignment from dad. One I particularly liked was writing short stories we would write a story, dad would find the spelling errors and then next day we had to use the words we spelled wrong in the story. This led to some very interesting tales.

Dad also instilled in all of us a passion for singing. He would go around the house belting show-tunes and songs from the 30's and 40's. Frank and Danny Kay became our real good friends. We would laugh hartily at Spike Jones and Smothers Brothers. It is from Dad that we got our sense of humor, he was always making the most ridiculous jokes and comments. At the beginning of the new year we would be sure to hear him say "this is the best dinner I've had all year"

It is only now that I am older that I realize how increadible brilliant Dad is. He always new the answer to all my questions. I only remember once him not knowing the answer to a question I asked and it was such a shock I still remember the question I asked him who invented the microwave. Who expects anyone to know that off the top of their head.

Now this is just turning into a rant about how much I love Dad, but he deserves it, Dad if you're reading this I love you, you're the best dad a girl could ever ask for.