Posts Tagged ‘Father’s Day’

The High Line in Manhattan, New York City at W...

The High Line

Well I suppose the answer lies within me, since it’s my blog.  The Fourth of July holiday falling on a Monday was one problem, I didn’t have “the book” with me for the last couple of weeks and maybe we need a great, hot, sweet, summer theme.  Duh, that’s it!  We are halfway through the summer, it’s time to pay tribute to this wonderful time of the year.

Yes! it’s too hot some days.  Yes! It’s humid and you feel sticky all over. Yes, even though it’s vacation time, there are days when you are happy to be working in an air-condtioned office.  Yes, the traffic getting out of the City on a Friday night is wretched and yes the beaches are crowded.  BUT, the days are long and dining al fresco can be a nightly event.  The sun comes up so early JUST so we can enjoy another summer day to the fullest.

Sooooo…I would love to hear from you dear readers.  Summer is or means what to you?  Summer brings on….?  Memories from summers past, whatever – send it in and I will publish it next week.

And for inspiration, I visited the Smith Magazine  website to see if I could find some Six Word Memoirs relating to summer and post them for your review.

Sultry summer, sundresses, sandals and shades –  notjustagirlintheworld

Cicadas’  trilling making summer aurally thrilling –  Level1

I’m chasing summer downhill, no brakes –  lisamoans

Picture perfect summer High Line sunset – notjustagirlintheworld

And from yours truly

Fireflies, flashlights of a summer night – Me

The scent of low tide lingers – Me

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I took photo on July 4, 2010, of table arrange...

It's America's Birthday Party

I was looking forward to receiving some Fourth of July memoirs and by the way, it’s certainly NOT too late since next Monday is the day we are going to celebrate;  Fireworks, picnics, cook-outs, pool parties, ice cream sundaes, parades, floats, marching bands…whatever!

Anyway it is Monday and these Six Word Memoirs have come in this week and I’m happy to present them to you.

My old hometown is practically unrecognizable – Weez

We had better weather in April – Susan Celtic Lady

Five grandchildren get better each year – Heather

6 words; Six more working days Susan Celtic Lady

Is there really a beach here? – Me

Sanding, scraping, painting, mowing, trimming, deadheading – Me

This is short post this Monday, as you can tell I have a myriad amount of chores and tasks to do, somewhat never ending and I don’t have “the book” with me so I can’t inspire you further for next week.   I think celebration of the national holiday along with perhaps your thoughts and feelings about America or your own state or hometown might just be the seed of a Six Word Memoir.  Till then…

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Father's Day Cake 2009

Image by Jim, the Photographer via Flickr

Last week I asked everyone to try and think about the upcoming (now past) Father’s Day and perhaps share some thoughts and feelings about dear old Dad, that very important person in all of our lives!  For me, some flood gate of emotion opened up over the weekend and I wrote from my heart many of the memories I have of my Dad and I doing things together.

BUT, we are never locked into just one theme here on pbenjay so I am glad to have received some memoirs dealing with different subjects.

Leonard was the best Dad ever – Gail

Road trip over.  Long road ahead. – Weez

Please, PLEASE let the fires stop! – Lorraine

Birthday looming, now I’m really old – Gail

60 years is a long friendship – Susan Celtic Lady

Can you  hear me Dad ? Thanks! – Me

Ray’s gone. Bill you’re looking good! – Me


So what shall we think/write/send in next week?  Do you need a theme? Next week is the official start of Summer, 4th of July is looming around the corner.  It’s the time of the year when I immediately revert back to my “school’s out, it’s summer” state of mind.  And what does that exactly mean anyway?  I don’t want to think/work or I envision long days at the shore soaking up sunshine and reading?  Well we’ll see as the season unfolds.

For this week, here’s a few more Six Word Memoirs from Writers Both Obscure and Famous from “the book”.

Being a monk stunk. Better gay – Bob Redman

Quiet guy; please pay closer attention – Jonathan Lesser

Oklahoma girl meets world. Regrets it. – Gretchen Wahl

Life was but a dream, merrily – Paul W. Morris

Happiness is a warm salami sandwich – Stanley Bing



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Cover of "Daddy's Little Girl"

Cover of Daddy's Little Girl

Thank You!

I have so much to thank you for and I know I’ve said it before, this day, this Father’s Day, I feel the need to say it again.  And this time it’s going to be harder because I don’t know if you can hear me and I don’t have an address where to send this letter.  Of course, I can always fall back on my Catholic upbringing and hope and assume you are in heaven and in that case, you must be with Mom too.

But this day is about you;  As an only child who lost her mother when I was 9, you played a bigger than life role in my life.  All little girls adore their fathers, I was certainly no exception and for those few years when you had to be both Mommy and Daddy, you were my whole world.  I wanted to be Daddy’s Little Girl forever.

It must have been really hard for you!  I didn’t fully realize just how hard it must have been until I was in my own adulthood.  Like all children, being totally self-centric, even as I grew up I only thought of my own pain and loss. I don’t know at what point it occurred to me just how young you were and how the burden of being a single parent must have been on you AND then it was even later before I realized the daily pain you must have felt losing the love of your life, my mother, Helen.  She was only 33 years old so I guess you were probably around the same age.   Those evenings around the supper table just you and me and the empty chair are forever ingrained in my mind while you sat and stared into some place and time not in the present.  A broken heart, a full-time job to support me, a house to take care of, a child to rear and feed and nurture. Wow Dad, you rocked!

I am ever grateful to you for the parenting and nurturing you gave me that set me on the path of the person I’ve become.  Along the way, I ‘ve made a lot of mistakes, some which you tried to talk me out of and some which I guess I had to experience in order to learn a lesson.

But this day is just not about my lamenting the loss of my dear Dad, it’s also about memories held dear and thankfulness for hundreds, no thousands of big and little things, ideas, principles, values, and fun times.

So thank you Dad for so many memories….teaching me to tie my shoes, getting me a dog, letting me sit on your lap as you read even when I was way too big to do so.  For making me kites from road maps and making them bigger than any store-bought one with long tails, and letting me take even more maps to cover my school books, for letting me be a tomboy and because you worked for J & E Stevens, bringing home the best cap guns and holsters ever.  Thank you for teaching my friends and I how to water ski, for taking me along with you to pick the first dandelions of the season by Wadsworth Falls,  for giving me a jack knife and trusting me with it.  For teaching me how to fish and taking me deep sea fishing with you, for building stilts for me and for teaching me about shooting marbles.  Thank you for finding the money to send me to St. John’s School where I received such a good basic education, that those of us who went there were all bumped up an English grade in Junior HS.  You were the one who fixed the broken zipper on my dress an hour before I was supposed to leave for a dance and you were the one who was angry at me when you found out I was smoking!  Thank you for instilling in me the joy of reading, the value and satisfaction of growing flowers and vegetables, for taking us on vacation to the beach either in Maine or Rhode Island where I learned to love the smell of the ocean and body surf the waves. 

Thank you Dad for standing by me when I made the decision to get a divorce, for getting me a calf and raising it so we could slaughter it and have beef for a year, for teaching me to drive a stick shift car and for letting me play jacks on the dining room floor even though it probably scratched it up a lot.  I have great memories of you and Susan’s Dad, Bill and us all sledding at night down Spencer Drive, and of the clam bakes, pig roasts and other block parties that I know you were the instigator and I inherited that gene and passed it on to my own daughter.

Thank  you taking me clamming with you and teaching me how to eat clams on the half shell even when I was still small enough to sit in the bushel basket where  you put the clams you found.  For being the “fix-it” Dad that you were fixing all kinds of things around my apartment and house for years and years.  For always getting me a big pumpkin at Halloween and carving the best faces!  You were so involved in making the holidays special whether it was pumpkin carving or coloring Easter eggs with me and being the Dad in the neighborhood who got all the fireworks for Fourth of July and giving me sparklers, black snakes and poppers. Thank you for letting me plaster pictures of Elvis Presley all over my bedroom door and for buying me his records and my own Hi-Fi portable record player.

Thank you keeping the memory of my mother alive and marrying my stepmother so I wouldn’t grow up motherless.  I miss you Dad – there are many times when I reach for the phone to call you and ask you something and then I remember I can’t do that anymore.  This past week, I drove to CT to see Susan and on the way I passed the Stella D’Oro Cookie Factory, where when we drove past it on our way to see Grandma, we could smell the cookies baking and I knew we were getting close to her apartment.  Well the cookie smells have been gone a long time since the factory closed the manufacturing end and just used the building as headquarters.  Two days ago, I was saddened to see a For Sale sign on the building.  Just another incident in the passage of time and a reminder of days gone by, days spent with you Dad.

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Strawberry Ice Cream with Strawberries

Sweet & Smooth Strawberry Ice Cream

Ok, so it never really went away BUT I’m just so excited that I have a few contributions from readers and that always makes blue Mondays, happy Mondays.

Wind can stop any time now – Lorraine

I used to pinch, now pluck – Susan Celtic Lady

I believe in love, that’s all – Heather

Count down, how many more days? – Susan Celtic Lady

Sweet, seductive, slippery, sexy – ice creamMe

And as I like to continue to inspire response from you all, here are some Six Word Memoirs from “the book”.  The Six Word Memoirs in this book are written by writers, famous and obscure, which category would you like to be in?

Nothing profound, I just sat around – Daniel Rosenburg

Found true love, married someone else – Bjorn Stromberg

Others left early: he continued looking – Anthony Swoffurd

Shy Jersey kid, overcompensating ever since – Ariel Kaminer

Dad died, mom crazy, me, too. – Moby

After reading that last one, it is the perfect segué to what is the obvious theme for next Monday.  Father’s Day is Sunday and I think it would be the perfect time to express our thoughts, feelings, love and emotions around our Dad, Father, Poppy – whatever you call him, please share with us some thing, some memory, some something about Dad.  We will publish them all next Monday.

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I always think of my Dad on Father’s Day. I miss him and on this day, my thoughts have been about how much he was a part of my life.  However, this blog is not about what was but rather what is.  This morning it gave me great pleasure to send a Happy Father’s Day greeting to my son-in-law Tom, who is a terrific Dad.  It is such a joy to see Finny’s face light up and hear her shout out “Daddy, Daddy” when he comes home from work or has been gone for a while.  She truly has his heart and she’s his little princess. Here are a few photos of Finny and her Daddy taken over the past 22 months.

Tom Clark, Finley Ray Clark, fall day in Boston

This is the best way to go for a walk.

important phone call, Tom and Fin

Making an important phone call

Finny, Tom Clark, easter bonnet, easter hat

Oh Daddy, you're so funny

pink parka, Tom Clark, Finley Ray Clark

This is fun Daddy

pink fairy costume, Father's Day June '10, Finley Ray Clark, Tom Clark

I'm a Fairy Princess and this is my Daddy!

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