Memories of my Dad…

Friday, 21 October 2011, 20:58 | Category : Parenting
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Since Christmas is right around the corner my thoughts have been going over those special times leading up to Christmas. This one year my Dad had brought out an older HO scale train with a small track. Ofcourse he helped me play with it and set it up and he must have seen how much I enjoyed it because by Christmas time I ended up with a huge train set of my own. It really made for a special Christmas and a toy that I spent a lot of days playing with in years to follow. Now with my son in my life I realize that the joy I felt was small in comparison to how he felt being in the moment of the day.

~Life as Dad

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Private Home Art Show

Friday, 30 September 2011, 16:21 | Category : entertainment, Hobbies, Holidays, Home, Mountains, Parenting, photography
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Spectacular Private Art Show

Wow! October starts tomorrow and it is my absolute favorite month of the year! My husband and I were married in October and this year is our five-year anniversary!

Cooler (relative) weather is supposed to reach Florida tomorrow.  I’m so excited because I am hosting a private art show featuring seven local artists at my house! I’ve been busy preparing for a few weeks.  As this is my first show of anything like this I am anxious to see what happens.

A special thank you to the following women who will be participating in tomorrow’s event.

Tina Adkins
Danean Hoenicke Ermentrout
Kate McKuhen
Joni Rollen
Beth Smith
Elizabeth Sullivan

~Life as Mom

 

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Mom’s Embarrassing Moment

Friday, 2 September 2011, 16:32 | Category : Family, Milestones, Parenting
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I had a few free moments before a play-date at the splash park this week and I thought I would hit a thrift store I hadn’t been to yet.

It was an awesome little store with a closed-in kids play area.  SWEET!  I put Aden in the play area and headed straight for the boys clothing area.

The next thing I hear is a lady saying, “Is this your baby?” I don’t have a baby any more (sad) but what the heck I better turn around and check.  The lady is staring at Aden.

I follow her gaze and see that Aden has pulled down his shorts and is peeing on the floor. In the play area.  On the rug.

“Aden, what are you doing?” I say as calmly as I can while trying to get over the barricade to him.

To her grace and my gratitude, the cashier was more than kind.  Of course, I had to buy stuff to make it worth her while to clean up the mess which she had done by the time I could get back from the bathroom from cleaning up my potty-trained (sometimes) son.

I should have taken a picture.

~Life as Mom

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Memories of my Dad…

Sunday, 7 August 2011, 19:50 | Category : Messages
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My memory I highlight today comes from a story I touched on in my first post in this series. When I was around nine years old or so my Dad had asked if I wanted to go to the family dairy farm at night to help him milk cows. The dairy farm was literally through the pasture way back behind the house I grew up in. I remember that I went down to the barn multiple times with him at night. To start the night out Dad always drank either foldgers crystals coffee but on special occasion he drank Irish Creme coffee from Barnees. So Dad and I would get in his truck with his coleman coffee mug and we would drive down to the dairy. My duties would be things like letting 25 cows in from the wash lot into the barn or washing the “left behinds” from the cows out of the barn. I had to let 25 cows in because at the time we had a 50 cow flat barn, 25 cows could stand on each side. The 25 cows would come in and be washed again, then milkers would dry their udders and then hang the machine on them for milking. This process was mainly done by two milkers and I think one feed person. The barn was setup in a way in which when the cows entered the stantions they would have feed in front of them. So as 25 cows left the feed person would come in with the feed cart and start putting fresh feed out in front of where the cows head would be located. You would lay out 25 feed piles and then come back and add water to the mix. This behind the scenes description sets up my story now. So we had a great many various folks work at the dairy. The one I think of here was “flash”. I honestly don’t remember her real name but she worked at the dairy. She got the nickname flash because she was amazingly fast at the feed dispensing job. She could pile up 25 piles of feed and then add water faster than anyone before in that job. Dad would always give me a hard time when I was up for the job because I was much slower than flash. This was all in jest because in the end Dad was never a mean hearted or cruel person. He always had a joke in most situations. I don’t remember what happend to flash, she may have moved out of town are gone off to another dairy. This was the way with most dairy help, you rarely got someone that you could hold on to for a long time.

~Life as Dad

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Memories of my Dad…

Wednesday, 3 August 2011, 20:41 | Category : Parenting
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I am starting a new series called “Memories of my Dad”. My memories, pictures and video of my Dad are the most precious to me and hold great happiness when I reflect on him. I write this series because of recent events in my life have made me realize I should take stock in what I have in my life and how I should spend my time communicating the love, passion and friendship that I have for my spouse, my son and my entire family. I lost my Father at 14, he was 44, and I realize I must put down in writing my memories of him to somehow attempt to communicate the sheer magnitude of the love I felt for him and the love I felt from him. The fact that my Dad was 30 when I was born and the fact that I was 30 when I had my son  does not go unnoticed by me.

Son, I write this series most of all for you. You are going to have a lot of influences in your life and you are going to have relationships wth family and friends that will vary all your life. In all of these relationships I want to attempt to give you a connection to the one relationship that is impossible to have while on this Earth and that is one to your Grand-Father. My family has been essential in my relationship with my Mother’s Dad, my Papa. Even though my Papa passed before I was born I feel that I have a good connection of what the man was like thanks to the fantastic memories of my Mom and Nanny (Grand-Mother) as well as my Brothers. I will attempt to do the same as my family has done for me in sharing you my stories of my Father so you too can feel a connection to a most wonderful man.

Aden, I want you to know I love you so much, you have brought so many joys and lessons to your Mother and I. I hope by now I have been and will continue to be the Father you have always deserved to guide you into manhood. I do not want my series to dwell on how emotionally difficult the passing was for me, your Nana and Uncles but do know it was life altering. I felt that it matured me a lot faster than normal. I woke up from the daydream.

Your Grand-Father John Steven Hanson was born December 1, 1947. He was raised with your 11 Great Uncles and Aunts. He and your Nana dated in high school but then broke up and married other people until 15 years later they ran into each other again and ultimately married. I am a result of that reunited “lost” love.

I don’t know much about my Father during the years he was married to his first wife. I know he served in the United States Air Force as a C-141 jet engine mechanic. I know that he bought a 1967 Ford Mustang when he was 21 in 1968. He and his first wife did not have any children together. I know he worked for the now defunct company Florida Bonded Pools and also the defunct Big Star grocery chain. Perhaps this gap of time can be better researched as I write this series.

Now on to the first few memories…

My earliest memories of my Dad are that of being carried back to my bed after falling asleep in my parents bedroom. This I have done with you countless times already.

I remember going on a short mountain hike with my Dad and brothers while we took a rare family vacation to North Carolina and the Great Smoky Mountains.

I remember holding my Dad’s coffee canister in the truck while I rode with him down to the dairy so that he could milk cows.

These and many other memories are examples of what I have in my head that I want to share in this series. I have to admit that when I attempt to cover this topic about my Dad, my feelings for him may be of idealism of the memory of him but he was really an ideal man and Father. Dad was well liked, jovial and fun loving. He conveyed to me his care and guidance in the short time I had with him.

As for the rest of the viewing public I hope you can find inspiration for your own “memories” project from my series as well as enjoy what I am attempting to do with my family by writing out my memories.

~Life as Dad

 

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