10 posts tagged “dad”
Another one from Mum's old slides: Dad & Dusky on the beach in the summer of '66:
A silly pic of Dad and I taken by Mum back in 2001.
The scanning of my family archives continues. This pic came from one of the packs of negatives I picked up from Mum's:
Good times.
It really doesn't get much more easy with time.
It's funny, but few events in my life have defined it so completely as Dad's death nearly six years ago did. It changed everything. How I view myself. How I view my future. How I view my priorities.
It's very easy to live in a bubble of unreality when you're young, unaware of how short time really is. Losing an immediate family member (relatively) young bursts that bubble.
Would I have taken my current job if Dad hadn't died? Possibly not. But if there's one thing that death teaches you, it's that opportunities are limited and every one you pass up is one less that you'll have.
Miss you, Dad.
I've no idea who the random kid on the left is. However, he adds a slightly creepy touch to the image and, with the square composition and the large empty space above (not to mention the slightly odd colours), this looks a bit like an LP cover.
Which is cool.
Here's another one from the same set:
I used to love this when I was a kid, before I became a teenager and realised just how painfully uncool it was.
Looking at it now, I can see why I liked it so much.
Terry & June look disturbingly like my Mum & Dad did back then...
Another one from the growing digital archives
Here's an even earlier pic: my Dad (far right) with his National Service buddies serving in Suez…
So, March. That's one sixth of the year gone. How the hell did that happen...?
Still, moving on, I'm very proud of myself right now. As Lorna will happily tell you, at length, I'm not the world's most mechanically talented people. It's just not my strong suit. I'm better at it than my Dad, for whom the simplest of flat-packs was a nasty challenge, was or my brother, who just pays people to do it for him, is, but I'm only good by comparison.
Last night, one of my headlight bulbs went. This made me nervous. For one, it's illegal to drive around with a headlight out, and I'm the sort of clean-living guy who gets done as soon as I step out of line. For another, last time I tried to change a headlight bulb, I remember it being a bit of a nightmare. In the end, I had to get Lorna to do it for me.
I stopped off at Halfords in Sutton. I spent a while working through the guides to find the right bulb for my Megane. And I installed it. Just like that. I stood with oily hands in the Halfords, slightly amazed at my own marginal competence, and gaped at the working light.
Of such material are life's small victories cut.
Which of your five senses (touch, taste, sight, hearing, or smell) do you value the most?
Submitted by Elisheva.
Probably sight. I'm an intensely visual person, and I really can't imagine being blind.
Of course, that could be because I was, essentailly, blind for the first three years of my life. While not actually blind, I am so intesely short sighted that people actually assumed I was stupid as a small child, until my Dad finally twigged that the reason I wasn't responding to certain things was that I couldn't see them.
I think unexpectedly learning to read books, while being unable to read posters was the give-away.
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