Fathers Day

Happy Father’s Day 2018 From DisabledVeterans.org

I want to wish all my “dad” readers out there a happy Father’s Day this weekend. I’ll be spending that time with my three kiddos watching movies, swimming, and kicking the soccer ball around.

Each year, it’s always interesting to watch how MSM treats this event. I recall last year a few product companies aired commercials thanking single moms for being good dads. It’ll be interesting to see how this works out.

For those of you checking in, what is your favorite memory of your dad?

I have quite a few of mine, but one, in particular, is really more about how we grew up.

My dad, Jon, really wanted to raise my sister and me in the Northwoods of Wisconsin rather than in the burbs of Chicago. So, in the middle of a recession, he talked my mom into moving us moved into an abandoned house in the middle of the woods eight hours from any family or friends.

We grew up in a town of less than 400, and I had the best childhood, ever.

Best memories growing up were playing ping-pong in our basement on a table my dad salvaged set on legs he made. We did not have much but what we had brought so much joy into our home.

Maybe our 1 TV station with no iPhones or Playstations to distract us from enjoying reality played a big part.

Anyway, that is a little about me. I’m fortunate enough to have great memories of my dad who is still with us today enjoying his grandchildren with mom. I hope some of you reading this have fond memories, too.

If you do, and you are in the sharing mood, please feel free to comment on your own favorite memory. Or, if you notice another stupid TV commercial replacing men with women for Father’s Day, post a link to it.

Either way, I hope you enjoy the day.

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  1. I spent every father’s day from 1968 on without a dad. He died after years of being sick as a result of chemical exposure received in WW II and left 6 kids behind of which I was the youngest My mom was that woman who stood up and totally deserved those ads about being there as both mom and dad that you do t like. Thanks to her, we all grew up, 4 of us served, all married, no divorces, and all graduated college. Pretty darn good considering we got no help from anybody, unlike today’s widows and orphans!

    1. You or I may have missed the point. It’s “Father’s Day.” Women like your mother along with many women I know who raised a family on their own are recognized. The female side of things are a near constant in our face daily. We get it, we get it, we get it. All these feminist, Hollywood, Marx-Fems, et al sure are not going to let us forget that side of things. So is all the support, aid, groups, walks, benefits, CASA, United Way, etc., they have out there that are majorly gender specific to females. Older generations different of course or depending on location.

      Many guys before my time had some issues being single fathers. I had some major issues being a single father especially from ‘females’ like public school teachers, female social workers, and the activist that didn’t think males should be single parents or raising female children or babies. We sure as hell were not catered to, recognized, had the same opportunities, thoughtfulness, concern, or readily given support like others. Was I supposed to put on a skirt, wear a wig, put on face paint, and slap on a Kotex to play mom on Mother’s Day? Or do one side male the other female?? Or to get some help that didn’t come when I was down over a surgery females could readily attain? Myself and other men sure as hell didn’t have the need to feel feminine on Mother’s Day, cried to be included, nor had the need to gain attention for trying to play both parts… which I admit failed on over many issues. Females seemed to get or apply for things we sure as hell could not or laughed at when asking mere questions about things “out of the norm.” Thanks to the departed dear mom and pop for jumping in and doing for me when I could not do, especially while still active Mil, and could not do without their ‘legalized care’ for those concerned. Especially when I was expected to quit working and go on welfare… not getting what ‘others could, or deal with ignorant female school teachers, or telling me how to run my own life or about having a motorcycle. BS.

      Let’s not cloud things and keep the Marx-Fem stuff, or militants, attention getters, gender busting, chaos, PC BS, the “inclusiveness” movement whiners, possible man-hating special interest group crap out of some things. IMNSHO

      This modern civilization, the control freaks, the inability to like or not like things, and it’s insanity at times makes me wanna barf on my monitor. While there is apparently an all out war on males, and has been for many years.

  2. My dad kicked my ass at least 3 time a week…But I deserved it…LOL..No hard feelings POP

  3. Per request hows this?

    Locally not near the attention for Father’s Day other holidays get or the many activities over it. Locally it turns swiftly to the “PINK,” “March for our lives” kiddies movement, “NOW” “Moms against Guns,” to the extra big ones for the weekend..”Eugene V. Debs” (“Socialist Days” unions first weekend events, SEIU, AFGE, others… present, not kidding. Then the “Diversity Walks” and gatherings… leaders from local health care establishments, city, ANTIFA, NAACP, “Change,’ and college crowd included. Oh no politics or special interest groups activist in Indiana health care systems, oh no! To the new memorial for Evangeline Harris supposedly a legend in education. Parties will run for days. How cool is all that and much more fogging up a day or complete weekend for us evil males? And us non-socialist/communist/progressives. That is the local news. Such is life in a town with three corrupt lefty fascist colleges with one party Draconian rule. Father’s Day? One mention on the news segment. Ha.

    My pops? Like others, hard core WW2 Naval vet, gunners mate. Wouldn’t discuss the war much unless around his brother and him being around the Dresden bombing and other European theaters.

    On this day most memories go to us being down on the river fishing, musseling, frog hunting, etc. Taught me how not to drown and survive. To drive with an old Nash with 3 on the column on gravel roads. The country was where he was the happiest and serene. Mom being an old farm girl refused to move into the country. One huge dude, monstrous mitts, big footed and would not hesitate to use them or to put my ass up between my shoulders if need be. He retired from the RR after thirty five years and like with the VSOs he never cared for his union either or joined any. His brother gave him presents of lifetime memberships to the Legion and such but he never was interested in it. Never wanted anything to do with the VA, period.

    Oh, and he hated snakes. About killed my butt when I left a Hognose by the back door one night and it got loose looking at him from the coat rack by the door. The bed turned over that night in the dark and I got a royal butt whipping. Warning me about this for about the fourth of fifth time didn’t get the message in my head well enough till then. Field mice or small snapping turtles in pockets didn’t seem to bother him or mom that much though.

    Oh, well. One day perhaps we’ll be back down in the boat on the river.

    Have a good one folks.

  4. I have so many memories of my Dad that it is difficult to relate one memory.
    Happy Father’s Day, Ben.


  5. My mother and father divorced when I was still in Kindergarten. “Dad” came into my life at the age of 6. A Mexican man named Ishmael Gutierrez from Great Bend, Kansas. World War II Navy Veteran who was present at Operation Crossroads. Strict Disciplinarian. Most certainly did not believe in sparing the rod and spoiling the child. Corporal Punishment was meted out frequently.

    The punishment I received would today be classified severe abuse.

    It was not abuse. It was simply, precisely what was required to get an aimless, delinquent boy to start paying attention to things that were critically important. Things which his mother had zero clue about.

    Mom worried and scared shitless because her “precious baby son” was joining the Marine Corps. Due to his small physical stature, she just knew her son would never survive. Dad laughed, told her that it would be a learning experience for me, and that I was a lot tougher than she would ever know. Dad was right on the mark as usual.

    Fast forward a few years. Go back to my hometown for a reunion after seeing places all over S/E Asia, Japan, Okinawa, Korea, etc. About half of the males I ran with during high school are addicted to hard drugs, about a quarter are doing hard time for stupid shit. The rest are dead from too much good life (Alcohol, Drugs, etc.) too fast. And I am out galivanting the globe and getting laid and paid for it.

    Dad made sure I would not be one of those knuckleheads. I will be eternally grateful for his kindness. He passed February 25, 1995. Miss him every day.

  6. Dad always liked my brother best. Upon graduation, “…ya know, I’m putting your brother through college and I can’t (won’t) afford to send two of you. Maybe you should think of joining the service, that Vit Naaam thing is almost over anyway…” That was ’71. I spent 72, 3, 4 doing guest appearances in and over Laos and Cambodia. “…well, I told you to join the Navy, three squares and clean sheets every day…” WTF. That was “Cement Head Dad”.

    Auto-pilot dad took us camping (tents – no frills) coast to coast before I was 11. I flew a sailplane at age 13. Skiing, fishing, hunting, backyard football, balsa model airplanes, Estes rockets, water skiing, frozen skiing and a lifetime of self-reminders not to bitch at the television. Oh, and when entertaining German colleagues who happened to be veteran heel clickers, DO NOT force them to watch Hogan’s Heroes and cajole them into laughing at Klink and Schuuuuultz. Can’t make this shit up.

    Truth to tell, I would have failed in college. I was easily a B student in high school, but had no idea what I would have done in college. I will never forget what I did in the Army – you know – the good stuff. Flying, the guys I served with, the language(s) that I learned, the Thais, the Hmong/Mien/Khmu of Laos, getting high in Udorn with the Scare America boys and hangin with Cambodian T28 pilots. Regrettably, I’ll never forget the outcomes of our country’s actions and in-actions. That shit haunts me every night.

  7. My dad was aWWII vet who was drafted with 1 child on the ground and my mom was pregnant. He came home and raised 6 kids and 1 cousin. As a child, I always thought he was mean, bitchy and believed in corporal punishment for just about everything. He was a coal miner until 1956 then went to work at J & L Steel company in Pittsburgh. He was a ‘pickler’, if you don’t know, a pickler was considered the most dangerous job in a steel mill. For simplicity sake, The pickler is the guy that operates the acid pits for cold steel. He took that job because picklers never got laid off.
    Growing up, i didn’t like my dad much, he always seemed to be miserable, not just with us, but everyone. I never heard my dad utter the word love, even to my mother. In 1966, when it came my turn for the military his advice to me was to pay attention in basic. In 68 when, when I went to VN, his advice was to keep clean socks. In all 4 years, I only got 1 letter from him and that letter had 1 paragraph and 2 sentences. “Your mother hasn’t got a letter from you since march 28. Send her a letter, she worries about you” signed “your dad”.
    So I did. After I got home, I moved away, but always return to Pittsburgh to visit. When my dad died, my 5 brothers and I were bullshitting about ‘pap’ (what we called him) and I brought up the only letter I ever got from, the other brothers chimed in with, the fact that they only got one letter. And yes, all of our letters were basically the same, “your mother hasn’t got a letter from you since _____(fill in a date). Send her a letter she worries about you” all were signed “your dad”.
    They say that my dads generation was the great one. I agree.

    1. Barbra Ann, Thanks for sharing your story. My family was the same. (uncles and aunts) I am the oldest of nine and my father and brother were all in the corps. UuhhRahaa. Raised my kids like they were in boot Camp and they never have forgave me until they were older and realized the instilled discipline made them a better person. Lost two wives in the mix. It was the hard life we had to endure for survival, just won’t go away.
      It’s all about family and Religion.

  8. Mike I am so sorry that your Step-dad turned out to be horrid. Now that you have experienced how awful drinking makes a human turn out it makes you realize that you can make a difference by making sure that you do not repeat with your kids what he did to you.

  9. My memories are of my step-dad and maternal grandfather. Step-dad was a disciplinarian, demanding and tough on a fat, lazy kid. He taught me to not expect anything to be given, all good things come from work. Needless to say we had a rocky relationship until I was to go to war. That day of saying goodbyes was the first time ever I caught tears running from his eyes. That cemented our bond.
    My grandfather was a hard working, drinking man. I guess it was a result of being a waist gunner over Europe. POP was always there for a troubled teen, paying fines, covering for me when Mom and gram were head-hunting. He taught me hunting wasn’t about killing, and to fish, but return your catch unless you were starving.
    I miss them both.
    Happy Father’s Day Ben, and to all the brothers on this site.

    As always,

  10. My favorite “father’s day” was when I was 13!
    Dad took me out to his “woodworking shop” and said it was about time I learned about it!
    His “tools” were huge.
    Since then, I wish I had stuck with it.
    Basically, I’m starting from scratch. I have a few great tools. But, still wish I had learned more from my Father.

    Side note; my dad was one of only a few who built the “cabinets” for the “Baldwin Grand Piano”! He used to say, “Until the ‘guts’ are installed in it, it’s only a ‘cabinet’!”


  11. real dad left when 2 and my step father was a huge alcoholic. Started take of myself since 7-8yrs old and completely. Abused us a horrible human being, dropped out of school in 6th and wash not bright. One of the worst days of my life was returning home after AIT, said would pick up at Newark. Back then it was People’s Express main airport, anywhere they flew was 99 bucks, they always overbooked and ended up with a free ticket all the time and if needed one someone had a ticket. So get to the airport and waited, no where to be found, got a hold him and told me get a bus. Get to bus station and had to wait 45-60 minutes. Get home and there’s shit piled 10 ft high and 40 ft long, didn’t bother to tell me they were moving to Vermont. Reason came home since brought nothing to boot camp. Sold my car, didn’t give me any money and gave everything I owned to the Goodwill. Devastated. Have billions stories and that was one that hurt. I hated him and since both parents were alcoholics, when never visited anyone, relatives or friends. Never shown love from either and had to suck it up to live. Have 2 sisters and a half brother, never mind doing ok, I’m the only that owns a car. I worked hard and once out of the abusive atmosphere found out was pretty smart and had a very good life. I trade it all away to been loved and had a father. Guess why I did a lot for kids raising money and giving donations. Sorry my train crashed here, started reading article and became emotional. I hope all is well well with your families, happy Fathers Day.

  12. The best news some dads could get is that Congress is forced to tell the VA to approve all Vietnam War Era claims for anyone who says they were stationed in SE Asia during that time period. Can we make that a reality by Christmas or before? I hope so

    1. Good luck, VA doesn’t look at us as humans, we are budget numbers. I’m sure they put a system in place to approve a number of vets each year and has figure when most will pass away and no more compensation. I fought the VA on trying to get quality treatment, and when had some influential friends, they fixed it all in 7 minutes. The VA management has hated me since that day. How I found out how horrible they are, and I’m scared of them, I seen what can get away with and it’s far more than can imagine. Sorry, not doing well tonight. I hope you get approved soon and helps a little.

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