the things we did to dad

I wish I could remember all the stupid stuff I did to my dad & other father figures growing up, but its probably good I was too young to remember some of it.. Some of the safer things I can remember are below..

My father was a memphis police officer... One time he ran by the house to get something, while he was in his patrol car.. I snuck outside & got in the back seat, only to find out there were no door handles to get out.. I just knew I was in trouble so I hid.. He left the house with me hiding in back.. He wasn't too happy to have to cart me back to the house..

Mom & dad had an electric blanket with dual controls. He worked late shift & would get home around midnight.. I used to switch the controls on their blankets.. Mom would freeze & keep cutting her's up, dad would burn up & keep cutting his side down.. Took them a while to figure that out & neither of them were too happy w/me :)

I used to steal his cigarettes like a dummy.. I can still here my mom reaming him out for smoking way too much, when in fact it was because me & my cousin had stole so many smokes from him..


Now that I have a son, I'm getting paid back 10x for the stupid stuff I did.. I'm going to write a book on the stuff my son has done, one day, and make a fortune !
 
I know I really POed my father and he never got over it. Dad was a undertake, four of his brothers (in different parts of the state were also) most of my cousins both male and female took up the business.
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As for me I wanted no part of it as I got older. Yes I worked at the business till I got older and found a decent job. Got into a big argument when I was about 17 and told him I was not going to do that kind of work.

I'm just not gated to that kind of work, seeing the business first hand you really have to be dedicated and it was not my bag. I was an only child so when dad got older (78) he sold the business and retired, and never let me live it down.

So I went out and busted my butt, and made a good living. At least I believe I was much happier that way!
 
I misused my dad's tools and that was bad as he was a tool and die maker and his tools were special.
Worst thing though was to get him on the toboggan and head down the hill we knew had a drop-off half way down. My brother and I bail off before the toboggan goes airborne with dad still in it and laugh our butts off until he crashes but fortunately wasn't hurt. We caught heck for the stunt and got a lecture about what if he got hurt and couldn't work and support us. At least we were too old for his belt by then but learned a lesson.
 
I angered my dad plenty with two April Fools trick that I played on him, when I was younger than ten years old.

Dad liked the occasional cigar. So, I gave him a cigar. He did not like the part when the cigar exploded in his face.

I put salt in the sugar bowl. Dad was angry when he had his morning coffee ruined. He was REALLY angry when the salt ruined his second cup of coffee, and I finally told him why his coffee was terrible.

Your post just triggered a long lest memory..

I bought my dad on Fathers Day a box of what appeared to be See's chocolates..They smelled of chocolate, but were rubber...
Dad was a jokster, but didn't like to be the brunt of the joke, so much..

Funny thing was he used the rubber chocolates on quite a few of his friends..He would show the guests the "chocolates".. and invite them to enjoy..Then he would leave the room as he couldn't keep his laughter in...


Looking back, Dad got a lot of use out of it...:)
 
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Too many "things" to list. I was a jerk when I was a teenager. When I got over that, Dad and I became pretty close. He was a good father, whose patience was sorely tried. I miss him.
 
My uncle Ed never had any children so he was able to afford new cars (this was before leasing) every 2 years. It was a nice warm summer day, and he had just bought a new Cadillac and was showing it off to everyone, afterwards everyone returned inside the house. I placed a fake pile of dog poop on the passenger side floor of the car. I called uncle Ed out and told him that the dog had an accident in his car...

Everyone else thought it was funny
 
When I was about 7 we lived up on top of a steep hill that had a winding road at the bottom. For some reason I thought it would be a challenge to see how far I could throw rocks past the roadway. There was never any cars out where we lived, but of all days a state cruiser was passing at the exact same time and I ended up busting out the back windshield. The officer stepped out of the car, looked up and saw me. I was so scared and ran. A few minutes later he's knocking on our door as I was hiding in the closet scared to death. My dad went to answer and to make a long story short dad had to pay for the damages and I got a belt whipping.

My dad still brings up that story about once a year but we laugh about it now.
 
Boy I miss my Dad. I did a lot of stupid stuff. He never got angry, he was too smart. He grew up tough and expected the same of me. I really feel sorry for all the kids who don't have a strong father, I know they are lost.
 
Only thing I did was use up a large portion of his carbide to make grenades for use in the pond!!! That was fun - and dangerous...

Then when I was 11 he left home for some barfly and he never came back.........:confused:
 

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