Happy Father's Day to everyone... I thought I would start a thread where we could share anything we would like about our Fathers.. a picture or a story or maybe a coin that fits your image of your Father. Its a free for all so post anything Father related.. no rules.. all good! Here are a couple of pics of my super cool Dad .. he left us 4 years ago. No sadness .. its been awhile and he lived a great life. He is from Dublin, Ireland (him and my Mom moved to Canada in 1963).. I always thought he looked like Johnny Cash.... When he looked back at these photos he told me that was during his "Teddy Boy" stage. It was a certain style and when I look it up on Wikipedia I get the following: In post-war Britain and Ireland , rationing continued to affect the fashion industry, and men's tailors devised a style based on Edwardian clothing hoping to sell to young officers being demobbed from the services. However, the style—featuring tapered trousers, long jackets similar to post-war American zoot suits, and fancy waistcoats—was not popular with its target market, leaving tailors with piles of unsold clothing which, to recoup losses, were sold cheaply to menswear shops elsewhere in England and Ireland. It was predominantly suburban working class youth who adopted and adapted the look and, around 1952, what became the 'Teddy Boy' style began to emerge, gradually spreading across Britain and Ireland. He was always an aspiring artist but smart enough to get a trade as a Tool & Die maker - and do very well for himself in his trade. But he always made sure we were not limited in our aspirations. He was the first of his family to immigrate to Canada ..many family members followed him and they would all live with us for 3 or 4 months before they got on their feet. He would bring the men into his plant at night and teach them how to weld - and then hire them the next day. He was a family man, always a maverick - with an artistic edge. He was cool. One of my Father's Day gifts is below (shown previously).. perfect hair like my Dad... Please share a story, a picture or a coin that celebrates your Father... .
Thanks for sharing. I like to wish all Dads here a happy Fathers day. Wishing you all the joys of family time spent together. Today my mind is on two wonderful men...one was my father in law who was more a dad to me than my own father..Stanley rest in peace .I love you Dad! The mold was broken after god made you..thanks Dad for all the good memories. Dad pass just about two yeas ago. @97 Y/o Next is my neighbor Fred we loss my neighbor last November He was another which the mold was broken. Neighbor, friend, father, who loved his son very much. I honor both of these men were part of the greatest generation ever. And their memories will be with me for all my days im alive.
My dad is a bald guy who had two sons, each of whom has a full head of hair. Reminds me of Carus, the father of Carinus and Numerian:
I lost my dad this past sept.....i miss him..he was my only hero, always put food on the table right to the end..was a commercial artist, and when younger an aspiring singer and wordsmith (lyrics) loved music and photography made many prints and drawings and reverse etchings...helped me mum with her jewelry and craft store, then later her two dollhouse and miniature stores, and the restaurant, always helped me when he could from designing my business cards for the many businesses i had over my lifetime... he was an stamp collector, and later collected toys and die cast cars as well as non-sports cards, which he turned into a business going to shows and selling on line, and was one of the first people to sell on ebay when that started up, he taught me a lot...me mum passed in june and he shortly thereafter...he was a great man and i sorely miss him...
My dad grew up during the great depression. He had to work during much of his childhood to help out his family while going to school as well. Upon graduating high school with honors, he was immediately invited by the U.S. Army to join them in their effort to rid the world of Hitler and Tojo. He instilled in me a respect for education and I was fortunate enough to have his help and support getting through medical school. He was the only person who ever shared my interest and excitement in my ancient Roman coin collection. It is satisfying to know that I can still share my enthusiasm with CT members now.
The impact my father had on our lives cannot be measured, but only appreciated and lovingly accepted with infinite gratitude for everything he was. Always miss him. His was the collection I own today. My father One of his Augustus' denarii: Lugdunum, 15 - 13 BC 17 x 18.5 mm 3.718 g RIC I 171A; Lyon 28; RSC 144; Ob.: AVGVSTVS DIVI•F bare head of Augustus right; Rev.: IMP • X across field, ACT • in exergue, Apollo Citharoedus of Actium, wearing long drapery, standing facing, head left, holding plectrum in right hand and lyre in left.
My sister is always posting dorky photos of us as kids on Facebook or Instagram, neither of which I subscribe to. So I'm always hearing about this later from other family members. My dad, still going strong at 91. Me: the skinny towhead in the middle. This picture was taken during a family trip to Washington D.C. It was during a visit to Arlington National Cemetery that I wandered off from the rest of my family--probably distracted by a bug or a chipmunk or something. Took me about 20 minutes or so to realize that they had moved on. When I finally caught up with them, they said that they had been frantically looking for me. Maybe so, but as I remember it, they seemed disappointed when I finally found them.
"towhead" is a term I thought only I used any longer @gsimonel. My father died nearly 40 years ago. He had a hard life. Born in 1908 to a sharecropper in Tennessee, he had to quit school in the 3rd grade in order to go to work to help feed my grandfather (an alcoholic) and his sister. Worked in the coal mines till there was no work to be had and moved to Detroit in order to work in the auto industry. Enlisted in the army at age 36 during WWII, he was wounded in the leg from shrapnel, but came home whole. He worked at Chrysler making crankshafts at the forge plant till he retired in 1968. He died in 1984. As many have said. I miss him. I wish I could say things to him now that I should have said while he was alive.
Dad, a tough disciplinarian and one who didn’t take too kindly to criticism and yet a very fair individual who was loved by his colleagues, especially his juniors. I guess the personality went with the job. When you’re flying a bomber or transport aircraft knowing you have zero protection against the enemy, it does make you tough. He passed away on New Year’s Eve 2010 and I felt his hand growing cold in mine. New Year’s eve can never be the same for me again. I consider myself a fortunate son to have had the honour of being there when he took his last breath and for lowering him in his final resting place with my own hands. Although we lived in different countries, during his final years I managed to visit him several times a year and spend quality time together. I am blessed to have had the chance to tell him and to show him that I loved him and he reciprocated the emotion. If he is looking down he will know that I still feel the void after almost 10 years. I’ll raise a glass to him any time any day…….
