I checked out the s***mydadsays Twitter feed, like everyone else. The pops really can come up with some gems. In a weird way, it’s comforting to see that other parents say some major wild stuff. My pop didn’t swear like the Twitter dude’s, unless he was really mad and damn or s*** might come out [...]
Posts Tagged ‘grandpa’
S***myoldmanwrote…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged pop, grandpa, shitmydadsays on September 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Cemetery abomination…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Burr Oak, cemeteries, disgust, grandma, grandpa, memories on July 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Illinois isn’t having a good year. The Blago mess, the Burris debacle, and now the Burr Oak cemetery desecration.
The more I hear about the cemetery mess, the more creeped out and disgusted I get. More graves disturbed, less records available. I’ve been around a few cemeteries during the past few years. I can’t imagine [...]
Genetic interests?
Posted in genealogy, tagged genealogy, genetics, grandpa, intellect, pop on July 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As noted in the post before this, I love History Detectives and watching the latest season has inspired me to transcribe a tape I made of my uncle this past April. It was a 45 minute interview, I’m on page 18, and I think I’m about halfway through the tape, finally. It’s taking a lot [...]
Pop…in all his glory…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged flooding, grandpa, pop on June 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Next year, I may pull out one of my dad’s many letters (he left behind the carbon copies.) There’s some interesting gems in there. But since I’ve been busy with yet another flooded basement (thanks, five inches of rain on Friday), I haven’t had time to peruse the copies. Instead, I’ll just mention some random [...]
Paternity…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grandpa, pop on June 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My relationship with my father was not very good. He was extremely critical of everything I did. If I didn’t see things his way, there was something wrong with me. If I let the dog out and she barked, it was my fault. I could go on and on. But I think that’s enough. He’s gone [...]
