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Our father
Our father instills his love of musics,
books, nature and gardening on all of us.
He used to buy us kids new comic books
every week. So when it was that
designated day, we eagerly anticipated
his arrival home from work.
Each one of us would get a new cartoon book,
as we called them. I think that some of
those comic books were Tarzan, Zulu and
Lassie(?).
When we were young, our father used
to play all kind of LP albums on his
favorite record player. Our house
would be filled with musics, mostly
of western songs.
He is a self-taught man. He built our
first house with helps from his cousins.
It was the most modern home that stood
out in the neighborhood. It had non-
traditional style and a modern roofline.
It also had the most glorious, colorful
and the most beautiful garden.
Our father made us share the work
around the house. We used to have
to water our garden, which was also
full of fruit trees, blooming trees,
colorful and blooming hedges
and planters that were filled
with brilliant flowers.
We had a fish pond with over 100 of
fishes that we, the kids, had to take
turn feeding them daily.
(I used to dredge having to fill in
my share of duties around the house!)
When we were young, each of us were
allowed to have our very own puppies.
We could give them any name we
wanted to.
Some of these puppies grew up to
become a beloved family dog and
stayed with us for years to come...
Our father also loves fancy foreign
cars. On weekends we would eagerly
waited for our father to take us out
for a ride. During that time, in the
late 50's, one of his cars that he
was so proud of was a convertible,
a British Green MG with wire wheels.
(He also used to own a Triumph TR3,
during the 70's.)
Although, sometimes the MG wouldn't
start on its own and he had to
crank it up in the front of the
car with that metal rod, lol...
We kids still loved that feeling
of the rides in that MG with
the convertible top folded down.
I remembered that at one time,
the MG wouldn't start at all
and my youngest brother cried
and cried because he wanted to
go for a ride and we couldn't!!!!!
(Our car looked similar to this one but all dark
green color and much, much older looking!
From http://www.mgcars.org.uk/pics/epsom3.jpg)
We, our father's kids, grew up
with lots of musics, books.
We grew up with the love of animals
nature, arts, architecture & organic
gardening...
We still love those qualities and joy
of life that were introduced to us
by our father, up to these days.
Like father like daughter...
Like father like sons....
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD!
Jeri Maier,
17 June, 2001.
Jeri grew up in Bangkok, Thailand with
her 2 younger brothers.
Her brothers live on the outskirt
of the city near their parents
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