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What My Father Taught Me

from FTD Magazine

Every year for Father's Day, Full-Time Dads Magazine asks a select group of people to comment on some aspect of fatherhood. " ...we asked our correspondents to share with us something special that their father taught them. We were very pleased to receive contributions from several notables, and from a lot of readers. Full-Time Dads extends a hearty thank you to all those who contributed."


-Stephen Harris, Editor, Full-Time Dads.



I have fond memories of the "quality" times my Dad spent with me (and usually my twin brother). My Dad had a business making wooden toys for kids. As a 4 and 5 year old, I would often go downstairs to the wood shop and watch Dad as he worked so skillfully on the lathe or the band-saw... cutting chunks of wood and magically turning them into trains or trucks or puzzles, etc. Sometimes, my brother and I would pick up many of the silver dollar shaped drill press scraps and pretend they were money. Dad would mark numbers on them and teach us how to count (pluses and take-aways).

Some nights, Dad would be preparing the 1963 Ford station wagon (with the big round tail lights with the reverse lights in the center) for a trip the next morning across the state (NY) to visit relatives. I would go out to the garage in my P.Js. and watch as he changed the oil, filled the washer fluid, checked (and sometimes replaced) the fan belts, etc. He once showed me how to do a brake job. As he did with the wood-working tools and machines, Dad explained all the things he was doing to the car and would always answer the questions my curious little whirring mind would conjure up. So, I learned a lot about shop tools and auto mechanics.

Unfortunately, cars are a whole lot more complicated now than they were in the 1960s. For that reason (and the sake of time), I rarely do much to my cars besides replace the air filters, wiper blades, fill the washer fluids (the easy stuff) when needed. Dad also taught me (a 5 year old) the shifting pattern (how to shift) of a standard. He had an early 1960s VW Bug. When he and I would run up to the store for something, he'd let me shift. Fond memories...

-Andy Doetsch


When I was 18 and had just learned how to drive, I got lost on a dark night in the Bedford Suyvestant section of Brooklyn. I didn't see a stop sign and a speeding taxi cab slammed into the car (my mother's) which I was driving.

When I was going over the accident reports and insurance forms with my father, I learned that the taxi cab was actually an illegal "gypsy" cab. I suggested to my father that we "get" him and that if we turned him in for being an illegal cab we wouldn't have to pay for the damage to his car and it wouldn't show up on my insurance, etc.

My father explained to me that there was nothing wrong with being a gypsy cab driver-that no yellow cabs would go into those areas and that the car was the man's livelihood and we had no right to put him out of business just to save my neck or some money.

-Ben Cohen


Twelve years ago I flew from my home in Minnesota to spend Father's Day with my father in California. This wasn't a typical Father's Day visit, but to say goodbye to my father as his cancer rapidly advanced. We hadn't had much of a relationship up to that day and never did much talking. He wasn't verbal or demonstrative nor was I. I knew he loved me simply because fathers love their children. He never told me he loved me and I never told him. That's the way we did things in our house.

In a brief discussion while we visited he reminisced as he told me a bit about his career growth from a poor boy to a very successful businessman. He had accomplished a great deal through his hard work. He had reason to be proud of what he had done and I had the benefit of his success. "Maybe I didn't do things right, I never really knew you or your brothers. I did what I thought was right." This visit didn't change our behaviors, we shook hands and said goodbye as I left. Our relationship ended as we lived it.

As a father for more than 14 years I look back and understand why I am staying home full-time with my children. By his actions my father taught me to do what I think is right. I tell my children I love them every day, I hug them and I talk with them and let them know how important they are to me. However, as much as we would like to believe that we are all ideal fathers we are not. We all make mistakes and hopefully we learn from them, just as I learned from my father.

-Chris Stafford


My father taught me strong moral values. He taught me personal responsibility. He taught me honesty and trust, he taught me to be compassionate and to respect all life. He taught me the value of education, he taught me how to play and enjoy sports, he taught me how to make good decisions in life. He taught me to have fun and to laugh, he taught me the meaning of work, and he taught me the meaning of love. He did this by being a nurturing father, a baseball and tennis coach, a firm disciplinarian, a hard and dedicated worker, and a loving parent.

My father was one who was there to share with me in times of joy and in times of hardship. Generously he gave me his personal time, his hard-fought efforts, and his true self so that I may grow up to face this challenging world with courage, hope, and faith. My father was not perfect and he did have his faults, his struggles, and his weaknesses. He taught me, however, how to face these problems and challenges with a positive attitude and a strong will. These examples and the great memories I have shared with my father are everlasting and have positively influenced my life like no one else could have.

The significance of my father's influence on my life has led me to a one-year volunteer commitment to working with low-income fathers. My hope is to instill in them the great importance and significance of their role in their children's lives. Even though I am not a father myself, I know from my father and my experiences growing up how much it means to be the best father you can be for your children.

-David Walters


The older I get, the better I understand my father because I find more and more of him in me. He didn't teach me to throw a ball (was it really all that important?). He did teach me to care about people, to keep learning, to have beliefs and to live by them.

It took me awhile to realize what he gave me and I will always be grateful that he lived long enough for me to tell him so.

-Douglas Hindman


It was not all bad. He taught a small boy the fundamentals, laying the foundation. He just wasn't there to put on the finishing touches. By his absence, he taught a great lesson in self-reliance.

He did buy me my first baseball mitt and spent hours preparing it and me, though he never saw me use it in a game. And, since I did not grow up to be a professional player it was not of much practical use. As I look back, there are a few things I learned from him that I still use today.

When my first marriage failed, I already knew how not to be an absentee father. I had already learned that child support was much more than writing a check. I understood that fathering was a lifetime commitment.

I learned from him what he did not know.

I also learned to drink in moderation as he drank to excess.

But most of all, I learned forgiveness. As soon as I was mature enough, long before it was too late, I made my peace with him, man to man, father to father. I learned to separate the dad from the man, to love one and understand the other. I discovered that I had to be a good son if I were to be a good father.

Though still a difficult man, we have a relationship now. I understand the demons that drove him even if he does not.

After all, what kind of son would I be if I did not, at least, learn from his mistakes?

-John F. X. McLoughlin


Sometimes people teach by example and sometimes they teach by demonstrating consequence, i.e., what not to do.

My father was raised by three women who adored him and an absent father, so he had no real sense of how to act like a father. Because his father deserted him, he spent his adult life working to support a large family. Because he did not know how to express affection and felt it to be unmanly to do so (as did many a member of his generation) he was strict and critical and demanding and, not so surprisingly, angry.

He taught me the value of a kind work, a hug, catching somebody doing something well and most importantly the helping value of well-earned praise.

My father has always been honest and outspoken, but gentleness seemed to have eluded him until his grandchildren were old enough to talk back and he and my mother finally decided to go their own ways. A kinder, gentler man emerged which also has given me the perspective that most everything is fixable given enough time and that not only adulthood, but old age may be the place where we choose for ourselves.

Thanks, Dad!

-Dr. Joy Browne


When you think of father-son relationships, the same images always come to mind. You know the ones.... The dad teaching his son to play catch. The family car's hood up with father and son, covered in oil, tinkering with the engine. Down in the basement, man and boy, with tools in hand, building things with wood. I must admit that I have somewhat similar remembrances of things past, but none of these are his greatest gift to me. My dad taught me something that I use every day. He taught me how to laugh.

Those iconic images of father and son, we did them all. Yet, they were something out of a Twilight Zone episode, not a Norman Rockwell painting. We played catch with the baseball, but I was so uncoordinated that I'd keep missing the ball... and it would hit me in the head. We'd try to fix the car together. But the minute the hood went up, we'd stare at the engine like we were janitors trying to do brain surgery. So we'd wash and wax the car and take it to the mechanic. And anytime we'd try to build anything, well... God bless my mother for accepting the fact that her bird feeder was a death trap for any animal who came near it.

One might consider all these incidents as failures. But that thought never crossed our minds. We were too busy trying to catch our breath as we laughed ourselves silly. You see, laughter is something the two of us have seriously shared ever since I discovered my father's collection of comedy albums when was seven. While other sons were building soap box derby cars with their fathers, I was laughing along with mine at Bob Newhart, the Smothers Brothers, and Bill Cosby. Through the years, my dad has shown me the importance of a sense of humor.

And the best way to keep it: by laughing at yourself. I can recall the situation that first got me thinking about my father's lessons of laughter. Whenever we had company spending the night at our house, it would be our job to move the sofa bed from its usual spot in the basement to the second floor guestroom. (Don't ask why we didn't just keep in permanently in the guestroom; it's a family conundrum.) It was comical to begin with because even though we'd done this dozens of times before, we could never remember all the little tricks, all the ins and outs of successfully navigating the couch through the house. My mother just assumed we knew what we were doing; she didn't know that it was like Laurel and Hardy trying to move the piano up a flight of stairs.

The couch had to be tilted at strange angles to make it through the doorways. Inevitably, fingers would be smashed. Tables and light fixtures had to be removed from certain hallways. Usually, we "remembered" this after a few good shin bruises. The couch, following some unwritten law of physics, got heavier as we got closer to the guestroom. And to make matters worse, we never knew when the bedsprings might unfold and attack us. So as the couch thwarted us at every turn, we would cope with the situation by cracking jokes and chuckling at the predicament. This obstacle-filled and painful task would take hours, but the laughter always eclipsed the grunts, groans, and yelps. When you are laughing so hard that you think your lungs will burst, you can easily shrug off the bumps and bruises life (or a couch) can give you.

I am thankful that my father has always been able to find humor in situations and has passed this trait down to me. If the two of us watched "Field of Dreams" together, we'd probably react the same way to the scene where father and son play catch. A tear might come to the eye, but then we'd look at each other and start to laugh. My dad would say, "Remember when we'd do that out in the backyard and you'd catch the ball with your forehead?"

And I'd say, "No. I guess I don't remember because of the lasting effects of the concussions."

"Yeah, well, that sure was a nice hospital." The two of us laughing at our own little jokes.

I suspect that this bond is not restricted to fathers and sons because I have a one-year-old daughter who's already started to develop her sense of humor. (Hmm, I wonder if it is genetic?) The other day she was playing on the floor with her toys. All of a sudden, she urgently motioned to me with both hands. I assumed she was going to give me a big hug or a kiss. As I leaned my face towards her, she bopped me on the nose and started to laugh. So I started to laugh. And that made her laugh even more. Howls of glee echoed through the house, the two of us laughing at our own little jokes.

-Scott Bokun


When I was young, we spent most of our vacations in Colorado where Dad would take my brother and me trout fishing, teaching us how to work a stream... quietly, quietly. He encouraged us to swim in the river, and we gathered gooseberries, too. Dad loved horseback riding, and we would all ride through the country side. I think he was somewhere in his nineties before he quit riding. In any case, he is the one who gave me an appreciation of nature.

Dad thought politics was an honorable calling. If I ever expressed any cynicism, I was soon taken to task. My own interest began at the dinner table as mealtimes meant discussion of the day's events. Interestingly enough, Dad was initially against my running for the Senate while Mother was very supportive. When he got used to the idea, however, he even gave me some good advice. If I visited a town, I should make it a point to see the newspaper editor; and if I went to a cafe, I should go back and talk to the cook.

After the first election, some people said I had ridden into office on Dad's coattails. Perhaps so, but I thought his were the best to be found... and I still think so today.

-Senator Nancy Kassebaum


The best way to describe my dad is to say he is a lot like Bob Newhart. He has a laid-back style and sense of humor. When I was growing up he always possessed a calm, sensible, look-at-the-big-picture attitude and tried to show me how to keep things in perspective.

I grew up in the typical 50s-60s kind of household--mom at home and dad at work. Yet he always tried to make time for me. We had a lot of alone time, doing everything from errands to day trips to vacations. What I remember most about those excursions was just being able to talk to him about whatever came to my mind. Something not many of my friends can relate to.

I like to think that I have my father's redeeming virtues, although to a lesser degree. I could certainly use more patience at times. Both my wife and I are trying to maintain healthy communication with our girls. I just hope I can be as calm and sensible as my dad was when my three are teenagers.

-Tom Quinlan



This article originally appeared in Full-Time Dads, and is copyright 1995-1996 by Full-Time Dads. No reprint or other use of this article is allowed without express written consent of Full-Time Dads.



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