Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
When I was about 10 years old I was out sick from school one day and when my father came home he brought me a copy of “Tom Sawyer” which started my love of Mark Twain which has lasted all my life.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
Taught me how to fish. He took my brother and me salt water fishing all the time, and taught me how to tie on a hook and bait it so the bait wouldn’t fall off, and when to use what kind of bait or lure.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
Taught me how to fish. He took my brother and me salt water fishing all the time, and taught me how to tie on a hook and bait it so the bait wouldn’t fall off, and when to use what kind of bait or lure.
When I was about 10 years old I was out sick from school one day and when my father came home he brought me a copy of “Tom Sawyer” which started my love of Mark Twain which has lasted all my life.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
Taught me how to fish. He took my brother and me salt water fishing all the time, and taught me how to tie on a hook and bait it so the bait wouldn’t fall off, and when to use what kind of bait or lure.
When I was about 10 years old I was out sick from school one day and when my father came home he brought me a copy of “Tom Sawyer” which started my love of Mark Twain which has lasted all my life.
Saw me reading Encyclopedia Brown stories in 3rd grade, then said, “You like mysteries? Here, read these instead.” He started me on Edgar Allan Poe and G.K. Chesterton.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
Taught me how to fish. He took my brother and me salt water fishing all the time, and taught me how to tie on a hook and bait it so the bait wouldn’t fall off, and when to use what kind of bait or lure.
When I was about 10 years old I was out sick from school one day and when my father came home he brought me a copy of “Tom Sawyer” which started my love of Mark Twain which has lasted all my life.
Saw me reading Encyclopedia Brown stories in 3rd grade, then said, “You like mysteries? Here, read these instead.” He started me on Edgar Allan Poe and G.K. Chesterton.
Helped me through the sales process when I bought my first car, dealing with the salesman, the negotiations, etc when I was only 19.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
Taught me how to fish. He took my brother and me salt water fishing all the time, and taught me how to tie on a hook and bait it so the bait wouldn’t fall off, and when to use what kind of bait or lure.
When I was about 10 years old I was out sick from school one day and when my father came home he brought me a copy of “Tom Sawyer” which started my love of Mark Twain which has lasted all my life.
Saw me reading Encyclopedia Brown stories in 3rd grade, then said, “You like mysteries? Here, read these instead.” He started me on Edgar Allan Poe and G.K. Chesterton.
Helped me through the sales process when I bought my first car, dealing with the salesman, the negotiations, etc when I was only 19.
Would encourage me to play hookey on days when he had a work holiday himself and we’d spend the day together.
Something cool your dad/stepdad/father substitute/male role model did for you when you were a kid:
Took me to a real papermaking plant to help with research for a school report about the subject.
Talked the rest of the family out of a summer vacation so there’d be money to send me to Indiana University for two weeks one summer instead. I was between my Junior and Senior years in high school.
Went with me on two very strenuous weeklong Scout trips (one hiking, the other canoeing)
Summer vacation road trips, many of them, eventually hitting all of the Lower 48 States. Dad was a univ professor so we had summers “off” to drive all over the USA.
Taught me how to plant and grow a vegetable garden. Ok, so I don’t grow a huge vegetable garden every Summer, but I know how.
Taught me how to make the best-flying paper airplanes (and they’re easy to make!) and also how to make a small paper kite out of an 8½ X 11" sheet of paper.
One day I was sick with the flu (or something), and he asked me if there was any record he could play for me. (He had a large collection of jazz and classical albums.) I said, Tiger Rag. He spent the next two hours searching out and playing over two dozen versions of the song and playing each one for me, telling me about each artist.
Taught me how to fish. He took my brother and me salt water fishing all the time, and taught me how to tie on a hook and bait it so the bait wouldn’t fall off, and when to use what kind of bait or lure.
When I was about 10 years old I was out sick from school one day and when my father came home he brought me a copy of “Tom Sawyer” which started my love of Mark Twain which has lasted all my life.
Saw me reading Encyclopedia Brown stories in 3rd grade, then said, “You like mysteries? Here, read these instead.” He started me on Edgar Allan Poe and G.K. Chesterton.
Helped me through the sales process when I bought my first car, dealing with the salesman, the negotiations, etc when I was only 19.
Would encourage me to play hookey on days when he had a work holiday himself and we’d spend the day together.
Let me read anything I wanted from his library (which was quite eclectic and mostly not terribly kid-friendly).