Fathers Day is coming up soon and I think it would be nice to have Tributes to DADS.

Happy Father's day everyone!
TN's daughter

I have alot of good memories of my dad enough to write a book,but when I think of my father[ fairness,caring and integrity] come to mind. It makes me feel good all of the good things and good deeds my dad have done in his life.He taught me loyality,he taught me how to never give up or give in. He taught me the value of a tree,a fish and the smallest and weakest of Gods creatures.He taught me not to be afraid of death or anything elese,but to live life to the fullest.He taught me be self employed and self reliant and never get stuck in a job that wasn't worth doing. He taught me not to judge people by income or race,but by their good deeds.He was a true gentleman and was also role model for many a young man.My dad was very well-respected in our community and was a power house and I'm going to make sure he is honoured appropiately. My dad never had to tell anybody he was a christian,you knew he was by his actions and how he lived life.From the time I can remember, I took great pride in hanging with and helping my dad. I learned how to drive at age six,practiced in the fields.He taught me how to be responsible with guns and not use them as toys.He taught me freedom wasn't free.My favorite memories of my dad revolved around livestock-I was very good with animals and I would amaze him with my fearlessness. I use to love it when he worked the mules,I would ride them to the fields and ride on all of the equipment.One mule would sit down on the job and not get up,that was very funny.He would hollar,but that mule would not move,that mule was just as stubborn as him.OOPs, time for church....later.

Me and my dad used to hunt armidillos at night.(with flashlights because we just looked for them).We found a lot. It was very fun. I loved finding armidillos.
We also went down to our spot on the creek and shot at sticks and plastic eggs for practice.He had a lot of guns and I had my own.He used too lay them on his bed too admire and take pictures of them.
My dad used too make me into a sandwich using pillows and blankets. It was very fun and funny.
One time when we went camping in the Keys by the ocean he put a granola bar on his knee and a squirrel got on his knee and ate it! We went on trips a lot.
My dad had a lot of motorcycles(Triumphs).He had a whole room devoted to motorcycles. and two or three he actually drove alot not to mention a ton small motorcycle models. :)
TN's daughter

My father was a family man. He worked hard at a job he hated to provide for his wife and children. The harshest words I ever heard coming out of my father's mouth toward my mother was to call her a "birdbrain". I rember my father kissing my mother passionatley right in the middle of the kitchen, in broad daylight...in front of us kids. My father taught me how to think for myself, to stand on my own two feet, to hold a good moral compass and to value family.

My grandfather was a great cook.His food was always delicious and when he got sick he always said people ruined perfectly good food.:) I loved him a lot.
He always threatened to run over peoples toes if they didn't get out of the way.(but he did not run over Lucky. He would wait for Lucky to move.)
TN's daughter

My grandfather was a great man.He took dogs in,he was a farmer,he was kind, he fought for his country in world war two,and he spoiled me.His dog lucky used to ride in his wheel chair and upgraded to a four wheeler.I would ride with him in his wheel chair and his 22 dogs( exept lucky. she would ride on the wheel chair) would walk up the road with us and he always sang lucky lucky my little pearl lucky lucky my little girl or off to the wild blue yonder.We would share nearly a whole container of oreo's or cookies in one day.
TN's daughter

Tennessee, you should submit what you wrote somewhere. You paint a picture with words that would do any farmer proud.

tenn and daughter , wonderful ! love what i read , bless your heart !
daddy s so proud of u girls ! xoxo

Support I'm agreeing with Always. That memory book is a good idea. I think I'm going to work on that as well.

Thanks for suggesting that.

Hi,I am tennessee's daughter.I am 10 years old.-(This is a tribute to my dad.) My dad was a great man. He was always there for me.I loved him so much and I hope he is with his dog in heaven.My dad loved motorcycles.One time he even snuck me on the motorcycle without mom knowing.I told her though.My dad was a tree doctor and he grew trees (very nice japanese maples and others).We love trees and wildlife.It was so sad when he died of cancer.I miss him so much.My dad was VERY funny.He had a lot of dogs.He also had some turtles and hermit crabs. We put flowers on his grave every week.We put birdhouses up also and bluebirds have been coming for a few years.My little yorkie even put her rib bone on his grave.(she really was enjoying it and she still put it on his grave.)

SUPPORT 74, That is a great idea to do for anyone you loved esp. if you have children,so many memories get lost after we die,but I'm after bigger and better things for my dad,this was just a small beginning.I've taken advice from some of the wise ones on this forum and have decided not to go it alone,and have gotten assistance from some of the big dogs.Ladies you know who you are and thank-you for the encouragement-I would have never asked for help without some of ya'lls imput.Nothing is settled yet,but the ball is rolling in the right direction.

Always great tribute! Nothing like those southeners!

WHAT IS A FARMER? What is a farmer? In all business there are no other men just like farmers.Farmers are a diminishing class of specialists who do many things well. They come in all sizes,shapes,colors,and ages. Farmers are eternal optimists who expect that the next year will bring better conditions than the floods or droughts or freezes or insect infestations they may have endured every year in the past. Farmers can keep a $15,000 machine working with a piece of baling wire,an off-size bolt,and the lid from an old tin can.FARMERS don't belong to unions,don't have 40-hour work weeks,don't need sleeping pills,and don't like neckties or fast talkers. Farmers witness the miracle of birth and the uncertainty of death and sense an order behind it all. Farmers are men to teach sons and daughters responsibility and workmanship before the youngsters move to the city and go to work in industry. Farmers see the sunrise and walk alone under the stars;they are strenghtened by faith in a higher being.Farmers are patience in overalls waiting for the rain to stop, for seeds to sprout or for a calf to be born. Farmers are practical family men who are sincere and natural and don't try to appear as something they are not. Farmers risk all the hazards of other businesses and,in addition,endure the uncertainties of weather,insects,disease,and politicians. Farmers are persistence with a sun bronzed face,starting to age after a hail storm has wiped out a years work. Farmers are exhaustion with 326 bales that must must be lifted and hauled to the barn after dark before lying down to rest.Farmers are the kind of courageous,hard-working pesistent, practical,fairminded men that other men imagine themselves to be. Finally,farmers are the brunt of jokes,the whipping boy of editors, and the sacrificial lamb of politicians. In spite of all the criticism farmers get,an indication of what people really think is revealed in the fact that almost every man considers himself a farmer at heart.. DEDICATED TO MY DAD WHO WAS A FARMER.

My dad was wonderful. I adored him and still to this day. He was kind, gentle and caring, he set a good example. He had a heart of gold. He loved me unconditionally. The day he died was the saddest day of my life. He lives on in me and my kids and we feel so blessed to have had him in our lives.
support74, the memory book is a grand idea. I'm going to do that, thanks for the suggestion. What a beautiful tribute!
pamela, my father was a southern gentleman too.
Here's to you Dad. I love you and miss you.

I lost my dad in 1972. He was always so encouraging. He was maticulous, and as neat as he could be. When he cooked, and served he would make the plate sing by decorating it and it seemed to come alive. He was the most compassionate person I have ever known. I loved to see him shine his shoes, and always looked for that in a man, (silly I know but to me theres nothing like shinny shoes). He loved his family, and loved his job and was wonderful at supplying for his family.

From time to time people were not as nice to him as I thought they should have been yet I constantly saw him ignore that aspect in people and focus in on the fact that their shortcomings were not his, they were theirs. There were times when I wanted to step in, AS A CHILD, to speak my peace, but my dad always said "A CHILDS PLACE IS WHERE A CHILD SHOULD STAY". He would further say that if a person is bitter, miserable, and seems to always have vengence in their heart, then their children will become the same way.

Somehow along the way I'd forgotten those words, but I'm glad I came back to that place of tranquility and got back to being a good humanitarian so that my sons have a much nicer, understanding and wise role model.

Yep I learned a lot from my sourthern gentleman father.