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151     Father’s Day and Related Matters

6/20/2019

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In my last posting I rambled on regarding June as the month of weddings (which it IS, of course).  It is also, for some reason, the month of Father’s Day.  This day has its roots in Catholic tradition from the Middle Ages on March 19th (St. Joseph’s Day), but it didn’t become an officially accepted in the U.S. until 1972, when Richard Nixon signed a proclamation making the “third Sunday in June” a national holiday.  Mother’s Day has been recognized since 1914 when Woodrow Wilson proclaimed the “second Sunday in May” to be one honoring mothers.  I suppose one COULD make something out of the fact that mothers were granted a holiday fifty-eight years before fathers in this day of “political correctness,” “me too,” and the like; but, I won’t because it’s possible to take some things further than is really necessary.
 
In any event, Father’s Day has come and gone and we had a fancy dinner, a visit with Maggi and Brian and I got a couple of nice presents and a chance to choose a ridiculously foolish dessert (Key Lime Pie) which neither Bonnie nor I should eat, but which was VERY yummy.  Still, all this got me to thinking about being a father, so I thought I’d do a post on that, since I haven’t done one before.
 
There are many things to think about fatherhood.  It’s wonderful, of course, but it can also be frustrating, annoying, aggravating and a heck of a lot of hard work (even if mothers usually do more of that work than fathers do).  This cartoon from That A Baby got me to think back on the births of our girls and what an impact they and their aftermath made on my life.
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Unfortunately, children do NOT come with warning labels, although it gets easier to read the signs of trouble as one gets older.  It took me a while, but not too long, to figure out that when the girls referred to me as “Father,” I was in trouble; while “Dad” was fairly neutral and “Daddy” meant that I should probably seek to protect my wallet because somebody “really wanted” something and “would never ask for anything else.”  That was, of course, until the next time.  I should be fair; the girls weren’t ALWAYS seeking money. No, sometimes it was special permission for some special treat, or staying out late, or some such.  But it was generally something that they couldn’t get their mother to approve on her own, so their “mean” father had to be consulted.
 
It occurs to me that fathers are almost always the ones who are expected to be the stern, “hard-ass” parent.  That could be because some of them are, but that really doesn’t conform to my observations of fathers, or, at least, fathers of daughters.  Still, fathers are the subject of many expectations, not all of them accurate, or really nice.  For example, it seems to be assumed that ALL fathers (perhaps all males) are (by definition) absolute masters of the charcoal grill, but completely inept in a kitchen, except for those few who have become chefs.  It seems widely believed that the average man can’t cook worth a damn!  Even the Father of Creation comes in for ridicule on this subject.
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This is NOT to suggest that the only acceptable image of a deity is masculine, although that does seem to be the most widely presented image.  I WILL argue, however, that many men (myself included) can do a pretty good job of meal preparation.  Unfortunately, perhaps, I must allow that men are most likely to have the greatest skill in preparing what they like, which may not be what others want them to fix. Being especially fond of breakfast, I can do a pretty good omelet sort of thing.  I doubt that it would ever pass at The Cordon Bleu, but I like it.  I also have several other recipes which I have invented, or at least modified, which my family has enjoyed on occasion over the years.  In my case, however, I spent too many nights at rehearsals or performances after long days in the shop to have as many opportunities as I might have liked to cook for the family.
 
As we’ve gotten older (and since Bonnie was diagnosed as a Type 2 diabetic), her (therefore our) diet has changed a good deal towards things which I have little experience preparing (and she’d rather have me do the cleaning up than the cooking most of the time, anyway).  That’s been our deal since we were first married: whoever cooks, the other one cleans up.  I’ll be the first to admit that that didn’t always work out due to my theatre schedule, but it’s not from a lack of trying when it was possible.  It still isn’t.
 
AND, it’s not like I have never done any major, or serious, cooking for the family.  I think it was the Christmas of 1976 (when I was doing my doctoral class work at UGA) Bonnie’s parents and brother were invited to drive down from Hendersonville, NC, to have Christmas dinner with us in Athens, GA.  It turned into an “adventure” of sorts.
 
On Christmas Eve that year, Bonnie came down with what we referred to as “swamp fever.”  I remember going out to the local hospital pharmacy to get the medication the doctor prescribed over the phone about ten o’clock that night because (probably understandably) there wasn’t a commercial pharmacy open that late on Xmas Eve.  So, there we were.  Major guests coming for Christmas dinner, the food bought, but completely unprepared, and the “cook” was too sick to get out of bed.  
 
Well, Kate, who was our only child at that point and was three, took care of herself pretty well, but I had to prepare Christmas dinner: turkey, dressing, green beans, sweet potatoes, white potatoes (I think), gravy, rolls, and pumpkin pie (as I remember it); FOR MY IN-LAWS!  Okay, some stuff, like the pie crust and the crescent rolls, were basically “pop them in the oven,” and the sweet potatoes MAY have come from a can, but I doubt that the white potatoes were from a box (I grew up on “real” mashed potatoes and learned how to make them from my mother).  BUT, I cooked that turkey and I prepared the filling for the pie and I made the green beans (probably classic green bean casserole) and it all came out on time and was quite successful, if I do say so myself (which I do, thank you very much)!  And, when our dinner group came to our house for appetizers a while back and, again, Bonnie wasn’t feeling well, I did all of that preparation, which wasn’t as hard as Christmas dinner, but one does have to work at it to impress that crowd.
 
All in all, I can do alright in the kitchen (I can do Southern fried chicken like nobody’s business), but fried chicken skin isn’t known to be the best thing for you and you just can’t get a really good crust without it and it’s just not the same without a crust….  Still, I’ve never had Bonnie say:
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I suppose that may be because I’ve learned to keep out of her way, unless asked (and she’d rather have me in charge of cleanup).
 
Don’t get me wrong, I neither regret becoming a father, nor making that deal with Bonnie. Being a father has been an experience I would have been sorry to miss.  It hasn’t always been fun (like when Maggi almost died [twice] from an infected wisdom tooth shortly before final week, so I had to stay home to deal with finishing grading, etc., while Bonnie came to Omaha to help deal with Maggi’s hospitalization and recovery.  Nor when Kate had a stroke (at age 35!; it CAN happen) during a snowstorm reaching from across NC (where I was driving home from a [shortened] meeting in Chapel Hill and they were closing roads down), along the eastern shore to well north of the D.C. area (where Kate and family live).  The snow was so bad they only let me up the hill to Sylva because I had Subaru All-wheel drive.  See the pic below of my car shortly after my arrival at home after my roughly nine-hour trip from Chapel Hill to Sylva, which was usually about four hours.
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The snow was so bad in Leesburg that they sent out two ambulances for Kate, so that the crew of one could help shovel out the other.  It was a bad storm.
 
Still, there are moments where being a Dad is just funny. 
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All in all, there are a lot of worse things which could happen to one than being a father.  It’s worth thinking about….
 
LLAP
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​150     Thoughts About Weddings (It IS June, After All!)

6/6/2019

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I realized the other day that it was June.  Of course, that reminded me that June is considered the month of weddings.  I can only believe that the tradition of the “June Bride” came about because that was when girls graduated from high school or college, so people used to think that the obvious thing for them to do was to get married.  After all, it’s not like they would have any ambitions beyond being a “wife and mother,” that being what they were intended for….  (Please note the sarcastic tone in the above!)
 
Anyway, June is the “wedding month,” so it got me to thinking a bit about weddings.  Of course, it could be (just a little bit) because Maggi (our younger daughter, whom some readers may remember from Fiddler on the Roof, and other shows she was in at Western) sent us the picture below a while back:
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So, Maggi and Brian are engaged and are now in the throes of wedding planning, even though the actual event is not scheduled until next May.  All of this means that (as a Father) I have little to say in the matter and less to have an opinion about.  I think my involvement is going to be pretty much confined to showing up and “giving Maggi away,” assuming that they wish to perpetuate THAT archaic ritual.  Maggi is very much her own woman and WILL have her own way about this whole thing!  (Which I thoroughly approve of, assuming I don’t have to bear all of the expense, which she insists I am not expected/allowed to do.)
 
In any event, with a date pretty well established, the next step is dealing with all of the “Save the date” fol-de-rol.  That will be getting underway quite soon, and I hope will not lead to a situation like that pictured below for any invitees.
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I confess that I am VERY happy about this whole thing, although I have always thought that most people made far too much fuss over what ought to be a very simple process. The most successful marriages that I know of are between people who had already established a firm, committed sort of relationship and who recognized that “love” refers to that condition in which the happiness of the other person was essential to their own.  To put it simply, to people who were, in effect, “married” prior to any legal, or religious, ceremony.  (I credit this definition of “love” to Jubal Harshaw in Robert A. Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land.)
 
That means, at least for the male half of a traditional, heterosexual couple (this may apply to other forms, but my experience with them is pretty limited) being aware of the fact that “Every time you talk to your partner, your mind should remember that… ‘This conversation will be recorded for training and quality purposes’.”  I have found that to be useful advice, although I have never really had to worry about it (probably thanks to Bonnie’s patience with me).  Still, I have tried to be a good husband, even if I haven’t always succeeded completely. 
 
After all, I never did something like what is shown below; because what the caption says….

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Nor did Bonnie and I have to deal with this sort of thing because we are not tied to cell phones, which weren’t yet invented before we got married.
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I confess, however, that I have noticed that this phenomenon is not exclusively a male habit, but neither of us has ever been so “phone involved” that it’s interfered with out relationship.
 
That doesn’t mean that Bonnie and I have never had a “disagreement.”  In fact, our “girls” have been known to pick on us because they say that we squabble with each other too much.  I think it’s just because we’ve been like the “established” couple in “Pickles” for a good while.  I think we even agree with the “Pickles” notion of what’s important in a marriage.
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Bonnie and I have been married for a long time (since late1966).  We’ve had our squabbles, but it’s never gotten to the stage suggested below.
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I hope that Maggi and Brian are together as long and as happily as we have been, even if there is the occasional squabble.  After all, a good marriage can be helpful in assisting folks to “Live Long and Prosper.” So, in this month where our thoughts tend to be filled with the idea of weddings and marriage, I wish long and healthy relationships for all of my friends, relations, colleagues, and former students.
 
Happy June.
 
LLAP
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