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Father, Dad, Pops
In honour of my Dad ("Pops") and Father's Day, I thought I would write a little about his handyman skills.
For 17 years we lived in a house that was built in 1910.
For 17 years we lived in a house that was being renovated.
Granted, the house was big, but renovations went on and on until we finally moved out. Now, as an adult, I reflect on his varied skills and choice to be a life-long learner and I am in admiration. One of the best things I learned from him and Mom was that a person could do something over 3 times and it would still be cheaper to do it yourself than hire someone.
Of course, there were times when all he wanted to do was light a match and run to different country.
Books My Dad Would Want
The General Picture
When it came to renovating, I never knew what state the house would be in when I returned home from school. What I learned was that demolition was more fun and faster than rebuilding, so the destruction would often occur haphazardly until Mom came home and made Dad hang up plastic partitions between rooms and such.
He did everything: electrical, plumbing, carpentry, structural modifications, plastering, painting, and designing. The designing was always under question because of his colour blindness. But honestly, I don't know many people today who have the courage and patience to attempt all of these aspects of renovating, all by themselves. What this type of approach did for my Dad was set him up to be able to deal with anything relating to the house. Such as the time when the toilet wouldn't flush.
The Turkey Scandal
As part of the big renovation, my Dad decided to rebuild the second floor deck. My uncles offered to help and came to stay at the house with my aunts. It was a massive affair. Unfortunately, it also involved masses of food and hence, great demand on the bathroom plumbing. At one point in the weekend, one of the aunts came out of the bathroom, red faced, exclaiming, "The toilet will not flush!" Ahhh, yes - we all wanted to live with a full toilet. ??
After some fussing with the toilet, it was flushed, but a day later the whole scene played out again, with the same aunt. Now it was my Dad who was red faced - with anger and embarrassment.
Dad would always complain, "How can I soar like an Eagle when I'm surrounded by Turkeys?"
What's Plugging My Toilet?
Alright. It happens to all of us and no one will talk about it. The sink or toilet gets plugged and we have to get right in there to figure out why it's a mess. This sweet little tool will make a stinky job seem doable. I'm sure my Dad could have used one. ;). I also recommend that you not buy a used one.
A Flushing Conclusion?
After everyone left to return to their own homes, with their own bathrooms, Dad announced that he'd lost his bracelet; Mom challenged him and asked if he'd lost it down the toilet. He was incensed - "Of course not!" he retorted.
The next day, Mom returned home from work to find the water in the house turned off and Dad's head in the toilet. No, he wasn't drowning his sorrows; the whole toilet was off its base. He was pulling the sucker apart to figure out what was wrong. Mom was in a state of shock, not expecting this turn of events.
When Dad pulled his head out of the toilet he was, once again, red faced -- this time with embarrassment because in his hand was his bracelet. Having pulled the whole system apart, he discovered it just inside the base of the toilet bowl, where the contents would be flushed away.
He put the toilet back together. I can't imagine ever pulling my toilet apart in this way, and I'm a do-it-yourself girl (can you guess where I get it from?).
When we were about to move, I helped clean up that bathroom. Finding the bracelet stuffed away in the vanity, I turned to Mom and said, "You should wear this!" She scrunched up her nose and said, 'No Thanks."
I have enormous admiration for my Dad's skills. He was a do-it-yourselfer with everything, including the computer, and he was always interested in being on the cutting edge of technology. This story is intended to be a little salute to my Dad, who I hope understood how much in awe his kids were of him. It is with great sadness that we are at an 11th Father's Day without him. He could be an awful curmudgeon, but he was also soft as a marshmallow inside and I miss everything about him.
Why My Dad Lives On
(Inspired by Scarlettohairy, Barney's Daughter)
My Dad was famous for
*wearing a shirt with an eagle on it that said "I'm smiling, can't you tell?"
*having a bigger heart than bank account -- generosity was his first name and he taught his children to be the same way (which makes for fantastic family get-togethers).
*living with high integrity and teaching us to do the same.
*being scary: others thought he was scary because he said what he meant and he meant what he said.
*for his worldliness and knowledge - and he was a truck driver, so there!
*for caring deeply, his easy smile, and his love for his family.
*for wanting us to feel pride in our existence.
He was legendary in how he lived. I aim to keep his characteristics alive through my own life.
I LOVE YOU, DAD!
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