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Taking Daddy Water

 

My life in appalachia - Father's Day In Appalachia 
Yesterday The Deer Hunter cut wood out on the ridge. The girls took him a big drink of water-then sat and listened as he told them some story or maybe he was telling them how something works, I'm not sure. I am sure it reminded me of when I was a young girl. Standing at Pap's side waiting to hand him a tool he needed or run get him a drink of water when he got thirsty-all the while listening to him as he shaped my life without me even knowing he was.

I hope all the Fathers who read the Blind Pig have an extra special Father's Day this year.

Tipper

This post was originally published here on the Blind Pig and The Acorn in 2011.

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Great post Tipper.Many stories from my Gramps on as you mentioned.Thank God for memories.

Fortunately I still have my Father, he's like most his age getting a little slower, but still able to get around, has fought the dreaded diabetes for years and has done pretty well.. Never has been over weight.. just hit him in his 40's.. Pray I have him around a few more years..

Hi Tipper, thank you for your Father's Day remembrances... This will be my Father-in-Laws first Father's Day in 59 years without his beloved wife, and my Mother-in-Law, who passed away less than a month ago...

From this husband, my Father's Day wish, is for all you Ladies to have your breast exams...

Ken, thanks for remembering today is the Army's B'Day!! Also coincides with Flag Day too!!

Frank

Remembering all those special Dads, the ones still with us and the ones waiting for us on the other side.
God bless them all.
RB
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Father's Day has become a day of reflection. It is so easy to let my mind wander back to those days when I still had my Dad, and he taught me lessons each and every day we shared. I never carried water for him, but I sure enjoyed doing his grocery shopping and helping him harvest the garden he never quit planting. He called me "young'un" most of the time. Could he have really been as perfect as I remember him?

I picked beans one year until I was exhausted, and covered with chigger bites and a few yellow jacket stings. He decided to give the last bucket full to a needy cousin. I complained that I didn't really pick those for somebody else. In the calmest most gentle voice one could ever hear my Dad said, "You are gettin' greedy young'un." It made me stop to think how fortunate we were, and taught me great humility. Ever since that time I feel blessed, and I became very giving of my time and labor. Yes, he taught me well!

I will be thinking of you and family, Tipper, as you go into a Father's Day remembering the man who taught you so well. God has blessed you with a beautiful family, and they will surely strengthen you in the coming days.

I remember carrying water in a quart mason jar to my father out in fields. I started out with the jar full but no matter hard I tried I never made it to him without sloshing out at least a little.He would turn it up, drink the whole jar without taking it down and hand it back to me. I would go for a refill. He would take that quart and pour it over his head and neck.

Tipper,
Today marks the birth of our Army, 242 years of Freedom because of their forming in
1775. There's a Special Place in my heart for all those who have gone on, including some of my own family.

Sometimes, just for a moment, you have those teaching times with your children and they will remember for the rest of their lives. My girls remind me of how we use to sing in the car, especially those old timey two-part songs. Thanks for all those memories...Ken

Tipper,
Thank you for your sweet email. This will be hard cause first one and time is best gealer and our sweet Heavenly Father. Enjoy your mom,sweet twin girls and the deer hunter.
This will be number 14 without my sweet daddy who like your girls taught me life lessons and I usually thought he was j use making conversation.
Blessings,
Carol Rosenbalm

I was too little to help my papaw and uncles to hang tobacco in the barn,so they sent me to the house for water.While mamaw was fixing the ice water I played outside.I got attacked by a big red wasper.It latched on to my lower lip and I slapped my self silly getting it off.My lip swelled 3 times normal size.Mamaw was very sympathic and put something on the sting.Don't remember what.Finally made it to the barn with the ice water.
LG

My Daddy grew up in your area and my Grandparents still had a farm there when I was a child. Many times I would watch him and Grandpa chop wood. My Grandpa could tell the best tales about people he had met or wild animals he had encountered. I miss those days of my childhood.

Thinking of all of you this Father's Day. The "firsts" without those we love are truly the hardest, but the memories that bring a tear this year will be more soothing and precious in years to come.

Saying a prayer for you, Tipper & for your mother & family. I know it will be a hard Father's Day for you all without Pap.

This is truly a memorable moment! Stories and family time with a picture is a treasured time, especially later in life when pictures bring back that special time.

There is something special between Dads and daughters. One of the hardest days of my life was my daughter's wedding. I don't think she knows or can know just how that was.

I am glad you two still have your girls home with you.

Happy Father's Day, Matt.

Tipper,
As you well know, those precious memories will be there for a lifetime.
Thanks for sharing,
Ray

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