Daddy’s Hands and Things My Father Said
In honor of Father’s Day this Sunday I’m posting about dads on NanaHood this week. Please send me your photos and if you like, a short Father’s Day wish or a special memory about your dad.
My Memory
I have many good memories of my dad, but some of my favorites involve humor. Probably because my dad was one of the hardest working people I’ve ever known and he didn’t have much time for being silly, but when something funny happened he was a good sport about it. When I was a senior in high school I had a cat named Jeremiah. Jeremiah was a big gray, fluffy cat and pretty to look at it, but my dad wasn’t particularly fond of him. Dad was a farmer and sold farm equipment and did lots of physical labor. At night, after supper, sometimes he would stretch out in the floor in front of the television and invariably he would fall asleep. Dad always wore work boots, but mom made him take them off at the door. So he would be sleeping in the floor and his feet would twitch. His feet were really sensitive and sometimes my brother and I would get a straw from a broom just to tickle him and see him jump, but that wasn’t nearly as much fun as watching Jeremiah watch dad’s feet twitch. I admit it was a mischievous way to get our kicks, but we knew that if dad’s feet twitched enough Jeremiah would eventually pounce and when he did dad would jump, Jeremiah would run off and we would laugh hysterically.
One of my favorite country songs is by Holly Dunn and is called Daddy’s Hands. I like it because it reminds me of the love in a father’s hands. When I hear the song I visualize my own father’s work calloused hands and remember clearly the day in 1995 when I hugged him goodbye, told him I loved him and left for a trip. He died during the night of a massive heart attack.
Which makes me think of another one of my favorite songs about fathers by a group that’s near and dear to my heart, Black Stone Cherry. They did a song called Things My Father Said that is fantastic.
This band is special to me and the folks of the tiny town of Edmonton because these boys have Edmonton roots. The good looking guy with all the curls is John Fred Young, who was born and raised just a few miles down the road from me. John Fred’s dad and uncle, Richard and Fred Young (The Kentucky Headhunters) and I went to school together. I am proud to call them neighbors and friends! I hope you listen to the song and enjoy it as much as I do!
By the way, all the folks in the video are from around here as well!
After you dry your eyes, send me a picture of you and your dad for NanaHood!
