I forgot that I usually do this on Saint Patrick’s Day. I’ll salute one next year. Pretty soon, I’ll have to salute their kids because there’s not too many ancestors left that were born in Ireland that I haven’t saluted. And I did salute my dad yesterday, who is an Irish ancestor, so I’m counting [...]
Posts Tagged ‘pop’
No Irish ancestor tribute this year
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged pop, st patricks day on March 17, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Ten years gone…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, genealogy, pop on March 16, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
My dad’s been gone for ten years today. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. He was still riding his bike around to the library and grocery store as of the end January/beginning of February that year. I had no idea he would die so quickly. He started not wanting to eat, we went [...]
(Children are) An element of human existence…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged pop, rant on June 20, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Direct quote from my father. Because father’s day was coming up (it’s here!), I decided to once again brave the carbon copies left behind, mostly letters to one of his friends from his old neighborhood who moved to California. I often am not too happy after reading them. One mentioned that I am a spendthrift [...]
Happy 50th Anniversary, Mom & Dad (Too bad you aren’t here to celebrate)
Posted in genealogy, tagged 50th anniversary, marriage, mom, pop on February 20, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Patrick Farrell Patrick about 1944 (at around 20 years old.) John said he is at Manhattan, Kansas in flight training.Today’s photos will be of Patrick and John Farrell’s military photos. From John and Annette Farrell’s collection. These are the boys of Leo and Mary (Gerber) Farrell. Pam added: I’ve never seen this one before. I [...]
S***myoldmanwrote…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grandpa, pop, shitmydadsays on September 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
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 [...]
Obsolescence…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, encyclopedia, mom, pop, typewriter on September 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Finishing the final cleaning of my dad’s stuff (a “few” years late) has really brought home how his life stuff doesn’t fit the 21st century (sometimes it had some trouble in the 20th!) Pop was known for being old fashioned, not enjoying the library computer that his coworkers tried to get him to learn. But stuff that 20 [...]
Throwing a life away…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged books, death, mourning, pop on July 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It’s taken me awhile, but I really am throwing a life away – my dad’s. I’ve done some cleaning already. The clothes were easy to donate, with a few things kept for sentimental value. Most of the nicknacks have been thrown and puzzled over (plastic milk caps with a small hole cut in the middle??! [...]
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 [...]
