|It seems like dads were always associated|
with barbershop quartets in the 70s -
why was that? (Ironically, my dad WAS in
a barbershop chorus!)
I'm kidding - sort of. Have you ever noticed how differently Mother's and Father's Day are marketed? For the former, it sounds like, "the LEAST you can do is send your mother, the woman who gave you life, a card. If you're a good person, take her out to brunch, you ingrate." For the latter, it's more like, "Buy a card for your dear ol' Dad - your buddy, your pal!".
In my house, neither my mom nor my dad really cared about either day. I do remember having some great picnics with my dad's side of the family at Ashwaubomay Park on many a Father's Day in the 70s and 80s but it was just an excuse for the family to get together.
My dad passed away seven years ago. He was a great dad and I miss him terribly. Here's a photo of him from his Marine days in WWII:
Wasn't he a handsome devil? :D He was only about 22 in this photo. By the time I came along all of that beautiful black hair was gone (he was 47 when I was born). He never lost that mischievious look, though! I know that's where my sister and I get our sense of humor.
For all you dads out there, have a nice, relaxing weekend. For all you folks out there who've lost your dad, pause and remember him.
I don't have much art that represents "dads", but here's an ornament that I made for my sister the Christmas after my dad died - I made one for my mom, too: