Showing posts with label father. Show all posts
Showing posts with label father. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 June 2019

Father's Day - 16/6/19

It's Father's Day here in the UK and many other places.

Not a great photo in terms of quality, but this was probably one of the last ones taken of me with my parents.  I think this is in 1980.  Sadly Dad passed away in 1981.  He was 64, I was 22.  He survived WW2 but couldn't beat cancer.  Success rates were not as good back then and by the time he was diagnosed the cancer from his lungs had already spread to his brain.

He was a great husband and a great Dad.  There was never anyone else for Mum even though she survived him by another 31 years.



 A hard act to follow but I found this young man.


He's changed a bit since then - getting married and having kids has that effect!  (Although I think he still has less grey hairs than me!)  He's another great Dad.




 And now the boys have become Dads too, and I'm proud of how they are coping with the job!














Happy Father's Day!

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

A - Z Challenge - F is for Father



My theme for this challenge is family and relations.

Father – “a male parent of a child”

My father was named William John but was always known as Jack.  I’ve no idea why.  There’s lots I don’t know about him but I do know he was born in South Wales in 1917.  He may have had brothers and sisters but I’m not sure.  At a fairly young age his parents separated and his father, my grandfather, took him to Yorkshire.  After that I believe he had very little contact with his original family and his dad remarried and had 3 more children, a half-brother and two half-sisters for my dad.

There wasn’t much in the way of job opportunities at the time so my father ended up going into the coal mines at about 14.  To escape he enlisted for the army as soon as he could so that would have been at 16 in 1933.  And then came World War 2.  My dad saw active service in this and was one of the soldiers evacuated from Dunkirk.  Something he never talked about.  My parents were married during the war, my Dad had a 3 day leave pass for that.  He didn’t leave the army immediately the war ended but he was home by the time my brother was born in 1947.

Being in the army had enabled him to train as a mechanical engineer and he took up work in a nearby chemical manufacturing plant.  He worked there for the rest of his life.

He and my mum were quite strict parents, but they were always fair.  He doted on my mum and although he would go out or a drink occasionally, and worked some weekends, they were very close.  We were never without money but there was never loads of it and Dad always worked hard looking forward to when he could retire. 

Unfortunately that wasn’t to be as he was struck down with cancer aged 64.  He remained at home which was what he wanted and it was a hard time for us all but he bore it with great dignity.  He set a great example to us and one of the things I’ve always tried to emulate is never to sleep on an argument.  He and mum rarely argued but if they did it was always resolved before bedtime and I think this is very good advice.