I have many great memories with my dad! Ever since I was old enough to understand the dangers of a gun and how to handle a gun safely my dad has taken me shooting! We started out target shooting. He would often take the young men and young women shooting for their mutual activities too. To this day I enjoy, and look forward to, the times when we get to go shooting. We now go trap shooting and I enjoy that much more than target shooting.
Dad has always been one to love working with the scouts. He loves to go to scout camp and to help in any way needed. He sees the importance with scouting and wants to instill the love for scouting in the young men. He has stories he will never live down, like the dutch oven cobbler!
Dad takes his membership in the church seriously. I often see him studying his scriptures and writing in his journal. He is an example to me in both of these areas. He has always been a worthy priesthood holder and able to give me a blessing anytime needed. He always gave us kids a father's blessing before the first day of each school year. He magnifies his calling and always completes his home teaching.
Dad has worked for the navy as long as I can remember. He was a ship scheduler at the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard when we moved to WA. He is now retired and fills his time with working as a drivers ed trainer and a tax guy (I don;t know the term). He also is involved in a corvette club and the gun club.
Dad has always been a tease! I guess that's where I get it from! He always has to one up us so you don;t start something unless you are willing for dad to get you back even better. One night mom and dad were headed to bed and so I went up the stairs before them. I turned on my bedroom light and shut my door (so mom and dad would think I was in my room) but went into their bathroom and stood right inside the shower. I wanted to scare my dad! They came up and dad went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he walked in I came out of the shower and said "Boo." I will never forget how high he jumped and the scream he made. It was amazing! Usually I don;t get him but this time I succeeded!
As we were growing up (and still to this day) if we got hurt but there wasn;t any blood dad would tell us "there's no blood, so it doesn;t hurt." Not the most sympathetic. Well, this has come back to haunt him many times. Like when he fell off the tall ladder and crushed his heal, or when he fell of the roof and hurt his shoulder really bad, or when he was in the hospital with blood clots. Each time he gets injured we remind him "there's no blood so it must not hurt."
Dad also bets on football games with us! He and I use to bet on the NFL monday night football but last year we started betting on the BYU cougar football. We bet a candy bar each week. Our conversations on the phone cna last a LONG time as we determine who will take which team and how many points the one with the favored team will give the other person. He is a scrooge when it comes to trying to get him to give me points! I have to stand my ground and hope I can wear him down and he will give in and give me some points. :)
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It's fun to read your memories. I'm surprised you didn't mention his french toast. These are things you'll be glad you recorded in years to come. Mom
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