Monday, November 28, 2005

A Memory of Dad

My Dad was always one to love a joke and he enjoyed life. He said he didn't understand why some people were so gloomy all the time and looked like they had been to a weeks funeral!

This is a memory that my oldest brother recalls and this happened before I was born. At that time my parents had 2 sons. They lived in the mountains of SE KY at the time. Back then he had no car, so walking to work or anywhere was the normal thing unless you rode a mule.

This is what my brother remembers;

When I was four or five years old Dad came home from work. He had been gone for a week. Dad knew that Mom would be expecting him home around that time and would likely be on the front porch waiting for his return, and it turned out that she was. When Dad first came into our sight from behind the barn it was apparent that he wasn't acting normal. The road ran along side of the creek and as Dad made his way along he would run in fast spurts for a few steps, and then he would suddenly stop and stare into the sky for a minute or two. After seeing Dad's strange behavior Mom became alarmed. She said, "Children your Daddy is acting awfully strange. He may have gone crazy." Dad kept repeating his fast runs and sudden stops until he was within a hundred feet or so of the house. Directly in front of the house was a puddle of water about one foot deep and about 40-50 feet long. When Dad neared the lower end of the puddle of water he left the road and went up the creek. After another fast burst of speed and a sudden stop it put him at the edge of the puddle of water. After faking his blank stare into space he ran directly through the puddle of water. When he got to the other end he stopped and repeated his run back in the direction from where he had come. At this point Mom said, "Children there is no doubt that your Daddy is crazy! He has lost his mind! It is untelling what he will do next! You boys go in the house and hide under your bed!" After about the second run through the puddle Dad knew from the expression on Mom's face that his prank had been successful. It was then that he started to laugh. At first Mom was very angry and wouldn't speak to Dad for some time, however it was short lived. Mom soon gave in and admitted that she was mad but also happy to learn that Dad wasn't crazy after all!


Blogger OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

What a charmingly delightful story Rachel...Your Dad was quite the prankster, waasn't he!! It must have been a great relief to your Mom to realize he had just been 'pulling her leg'....

12:34 PM  
Blogger Jamie Dawn said...

What a fun guy, your dad was. I'm sure the boys loved his little pranks and jokes, and that you have enjoyed many laughs over the years with him.
I wish he was still there with you so you could contunue to have more happy times together.
His loss must be very hard to deal with. Those we love cannot be replaced.

3:44 PM  
Blogger happyandblue2 said...

He sounds like he was a really fun guy..

5:25 PM  
Anonymous Jerry said...

Your poor mama. Every comic needs a straight man, whether they are in on the joke or not. They sound like they were a great couple.

7:33 PM  
Blogger Cliff Morrow said...

A great story Rachel. The stories that tell about our roots are the best. Well done. Thank you.

9:46 PM  
Anonymous Margaret said...

For some reason I'm having trouble picturing what your dad was doing, but it still sounds funny! Your poor mom--I would have been mad at him, too!

1:20 PM  
Blogger Barbara said...

I wandered over from Ron's Big Happy Fun House.
That story is hilarious. What a riot. Make sure you copy that one down for your kids so they in turn can tell their kids...
A story that should not be forgotten.

10:43 PM  
Blogger Sonia said...

What a lovely and fun story Rachel!
It's so nice you remember how your Dad was a fun and happy guy!
Nice you had so beautiful memories!

5:32 AM  

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