Father’s day…it’s a pleasure to celebrate my wonderful husband who is a great father to our two sons. But there is the sense of melancholy on father’s day when I remember my own father who died in 1974. I was twenty years old. My husband and two sons never met my dad and that makes me sad.
My dad was the son of a Norwegian immigrant, Torkel, who left Norway when he was 17 years old to find work in the USA. He and my grandmother had one daughter and three sons. Torkel was a carpenter by trade and taught my father the skills so then he became a carpenter too.
Mt dad was a kind man. He seemed to be well-liked. Favorite memories include family road-trip/camping vacations. We pulled a wooden “crank-up” camper that my dad built. The crank-up was wood, not canvas, and very heavy.
It would have been nice to get to know my dad in my adult years. I think my dad liked to have fun and had a sense of humor and a sense of adventure…I wonder if that is where I get mine?
“The Lord is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who trust him.” Psalm 103:13
This was nice. Your father sounds like so many that came over from the old country. They had to be adventurous to do what they did. So sad you lost him so early.
Thanks Barb.
Your dad sounds like a loving family man with an appreciation for the outdoors and for doing work with his hands.
Yes, I miss him. I have been thinking of other things he hand-made for me.