Dad stories
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
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( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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My mind is a blank...
I’m trying to remember the name of the village, but I’m drawing a blank. Sad, but I never paid much attention as a kid about… Quick! SQUIRELL!!!
The village was on the Danube around the area where it curves from west-east to turn south. It was part of Hungary before the war, but the border shifted after the war and it became part of Czechoslovakia back then. I remember when we went to Hungary as a family in the late 70’s when I was still a kid. We took a long day trip up the Danube to the see the area. I didn’t fully understand at the time, but I do remember my father being very emotional. I always remembered him as the solid rock that could never be phased by anything when I was growing up.
Yes, he was very stoic, but with a crazy sense of humour. I remember he used to tell Romanian Jokes. “How many Romanians does it take to screw in a light bulb?” he would ask me.
“Don’t you mean Pollocks dad?”
“What? No, I said Romanians. Everyone knows that Pollocks are a very smart and brave people, but Romanians…”
( , Wed 1 Dec 2010, 13:59, Reply)
I’m trying to remember the name of the village, but I’m drawing a blank. Sad, but I never paid much attention as a kid about… Quick! SQUIRELL!!!
The village was on the Danube around the area where it curves from west-east to turn south. It was part of Hungary before the war, but the border shifted after the war and it became part of Czechoslovakia back then. I remember when we went to Hungary as a family in the late 70’s when I was still a kid. We took a long day trip up the Danube to the see the area. I didn’t fully understand at the time, but I do remember my father being very emotional. I always remembered him as the solid rock that could never be phased by anything when I was growing up.
Yes, he was very stoic, but with a crazy sense of humour. I remember he used to tell Romanian Jokes. “How many Romanians does it take to screw in a light bulb?” he would ask me.
“Don’t you mean Pollocks dad?”
“What? No, I said Romanians. Everyone knows that Pollocks are a very smart and brave people, but Romanians…”
( , Wed 1 Dec 2010, 13:59, Reply)
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