Things My Father Taught Me

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That’s me trying to get into the picture with my dad!

My father died on his mother’s birthday in 1999. It does not feel like he has been gone for almost 15 years. On Father’s Day, I focus my attention on my husband and his role as father to my four children. But my beloved dad is not far from my thoughts.

This year I have been reflecting on all of the many things my father taught me. Here are some of them.

My father taught me to love nature. He was a connoisseur of flowers, trees, and birds, and he taught me the names of many of them. He took us on frequent trips to the Garfield Park Conservatory, the Morton Arboretum, and our neighborhood parks. He lavished attention on his beautiful flower garden, and we were given the privilege of helping him seed and water the garden – but only if we helped him weed it first!

My father taught me to love literature. He would read to us or tell us bedtime stories. The most memorable of these to me were the sad “Little Match Girl” and the scary “The Monkey’s Paw.” I also treasure my memory of weekly trips to the public library with my dad. He was never in a hurry, so we had the luxury of hours to sit amidst the dusty volumes and transport ourselves to magical places.

Aside from enjoying scaring the bejesus out of us, my father taught us to laugh. He loved silly jokes, and I believe I inherited my love for corny puns from him. One of his silly antics was pretending to be Henry VIII at the dinner table. This consisted of picking up his food with his hands and cackling maniacally. The act sent us kids into fits of laughter.

But my father also taught me to argue to the death about any topic, no matter how insignificant. He came from a family of Cubs fans, and I remember afternoons at my paternal grandparents’ house, listening to my dad and his brothers argue with the umps and each other about every play or questionable call. To this day, when I state my opinion about something, I raise my voice several decibels out of sheer habit from growing up arguing amongst my family members.

My father taught me to work hard. He and my mother raised 11 children, and he supported us by working for 40 years at the Western Electric. Even after a life-threatening bout of tuberculosis, my dad persisted in his efforts to keep us fed, clothed and cared for. He never complained and did not tolerate any self-pity from himself or us.

Most importantly, my father taught me integrity. He served in the army during World War II, worked for everything he had, avoided debt, and was honest in all his dealings. My father taught me to honor my commitments, treat people with respect, and seek to do good in the world. He was very proud of my decision to become a teacher because he felt teaching was a noble profession.

Father’s Day is hard for many of us who have lost a husband or a father. It is bittersweet for me to remember my father’s hazel-eyed gaze, his hand in mine, and his soft kiss. But today as I gaze outside at the natural world he so loved, I will treasure his memory and rejoice that I was given a father with such a good and gentle soul.

Happy Father’s Day.

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10 thoughts on “Things My Father Taught Me

  1. Melissa

    When my dad would come home from work, he’d sit in his favorite chair and let me comb his hair. He’d even let me put curlers in it! Haha. . . And he would always give us a hug when he left for work and when he returned. I felt very safe and cared for.

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  2. Paul Infanger

    I could not agree more and if I were to write about my father, I would only have to change a few words (not even about the place of employment!). Of course, your father was special among my (many) uncles because we grew up together, But that was largely because my dad respected and emulated his older brother. We have been closer to your family because of the bond between our fathers. What could be more appropriate on fathers day, that we not only recognize the bond between a father and his children but also the family he was part of.

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  3. Carolyn Infanger Rudolf

    Mary, you hit the nail (or all the nails) on the head when it comes to Dad. As I write this, I have tears in my eyes. Your vivid memories have made it all come back to me.
    Thank you for the wonderful tribute to Dad on this Father’s Day. He would still be proud of you!

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